Saturday, July 23, 2011

Of Harmony

Of Harmony

I take this thought all fragile with disquiet
and lay it on the purple hue of sunset
until you can hear the color that I long
like skin it warms until it's soft
then melts like footsteps wet on sidewalk
lost in fragments then just gone

Slow a minute then and wait for me
for I am not as quick as I used to be
and I look around sometimes and feel fear take me
to places where bitter truth is painted dark
by treasured sacred piece of me my heart

This brittle life can be so surrounded in a light
that in the last small piece of sun
it strikes a cord like just begun
then winks one last look into the pale ascent
lost in crowds all heaven bent to pay respect
to the monument that ashes build

Give then with tip of head and lowered eyes
a thought to peacefulness inside
perhaps then all with struggles will hit their knees
and listen to the way a chorus sounds of harmony

Monday, July 4, 2011


Hark, the stir of wings.

Holding on to air
is the quickening sound;
don't dare interrupt the flow;
make quiet your watch, not caught.

The dignity of a spear
assaults the flowing tresses
bunched and pressed there;
leaning into the drifting breeze,
lithe with zip-twirl,
the road an airway;
it supped at bird-stop,
filled-up with sweetest fuel,
then stopped before my wonder-face
and dared the air between us.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Night the Sky Exploded

Can we open that night again
when the moon curved around its shadow
and the air hummed
as we watched the night explode
across the western sky

cascading chartreuse ribbons
as whistling energy erupted into coins
that melted behind the palm trees
and turned to sand along the beach
that waited in the horizon

and I could see the musk and sultry strands
of my life fizzle and turn to wishes
as the moon burned in the ocean
and you just smiled
as your hand held the sky against my cheek