the airis rankheavyeach window closed– sealed tightlywith no possibilityof renewalexceptwith the shatteringof the glassstrangehow in the shatteringthe sting of betrayalis deeply feltwho is betrayedwhen the cool autumnbreezes finallycan flow through ~

someone must prayin the morning lightas the day begins again not only thosewhose lives are nearclosing some curtainnot only furtive thievesdesperately trying to steal back some favor some time some moment some lost thing some future fortune some second chance some life not only the wiseand compassionatewhose life spills over itselfand in quiet moments can…

little bloom white flashingin the reeds and leaves fish turn and swim among slender stemsin cool waters below you emerald frogs hide from the day’s heatin your wide shadewhile you sit stillto collect morning dewfor swifts and swallows risen above the water’s edgenow gently swaying in summer breezesyou, oh willow pond’sbeautiful jewel ~

sunlight reflectedin the shadows of another concrete buildingclosed windowstinted so no one can see inwardthough there i am sittingin the concrete ampitheatrewhere no one speaksexcept the wind and me what dance passesunseen between usas the hour falls away?shadow pulling sundefines them so i can seeclearly the lineswind whispers in the grass…you are… can you see…

when the effort of loving lays dying in the rosesimpaled on the thorns as it fallsthrough the branchesripped and shredded into pieces…when it lays in the cocoa shells and lavendarhidden in the cool shade of leavesto disintegrate and fertilizethe roots ….that is when the rose blooms ~

the sun has slipped behindthe crest of trees as day gives way to nightwhere will you lay your head to dream? let me hold you herewhere the stars fall like polished glass,until your eyes grow heavy with slumber… the bubbling laughter of water playing playingagainst the river stones fills the airand the lullaby of night…

gentle lakeyour face has changedangry waves slap the shorestones shine in wet dressesthundering music of your soultouches mineno theory or formulacan be laid across youto define youeven the fish swimming withinhave no knowledge of youbut once outsidethe agony is played onthe broken heart, broken breathlamenting what once was ~

my heart is frankly scarletin the wake of the phoenixripe, raw, full to overflowingup and outward movingagainst this darkened skylike each star each moment each breathglowing brightlyall around meall of this lilting laughterextendingbeyondwithinat oncecentredopen wingsthis is my life’sbeginningthis isme ~

as morning sun yawnsspreading its first lightshimmering dew dropssend the spider into flight along delicate homeward pathsa crystal webwhere few dare to roam prisms formed by midnight’s tearsdrying on the silver threadswhere the silent spider– treads ~

quietlaughterleaves rain on cloudless skieswinds play a symphonythrough the treeswhile i sit under a maplewith leaves of firei close my eyesand hear squirrelsdashing madly through the brushstoring away what they will soon forget…shadows dance as last sun spills around meand the day falls awayi look up and smile at the winking sunand raise my hand,…

pale light, like the blush of a roseslips quietly across the morning skyto thread itself through the branches of the oakit shapes the shadows, sprawling themout over the dew laden grassan unassuming dancethat reaches to catch my armdrawing me in step with ancient harmony as we go along the light of daylonger shadows play,and languid…

light falls through the windowlike water from a broken glassshadows slip across my bodyas i sit in this evening sundark shards cut throughwith slivers of golden lightwhile silence sits next to meflashing a sly and knowing smilewaiting for me to move awayto fall into the shadowsor dance in the lightto leave the roomand not find…