WET

rainy city gray on gray black streets clouds pressed low shoulders in the mist each puddle a fluid fingerprint reflecting jagged photos of windowed people and overbearing buildings

COVER OF DARK

surrounded  by a skeleton of trees   a shudder of wind reveals gravestones of buried souls   scattered ashes and dust of heroes and villains tossed together into a gathering of memories   where wings and whispers sleep along side of unpacked dreams  

DISCOVERING

trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible,   releasing messages from years,   unstoppable,   like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me  

AFTER MANY YEARS

he patiently waits at the café, looking for her and then watches her approach,   he thinks…   there you are my other glove the shoe that fits the door that welcomes a shoulder waiting the glass half full the moon over waves footsteps together a dance a few whispered words the voice the memories … More AFTER MANY YEARS

HAUNTING

I see a remembrance shadow in most places catching my breath holding me hostage to the step,   the sound familiar, unchanging from the before and the after,   moving within the circle,   smoothly rolling under stars and smiles from a moon as I walk into night quiet

FALLING AWAY

words I know falling on me from clouds and infinity skies like blizzards of fire or moonlit letters of shadowed memories flowing down reminding, slipping within morning and evening buried in the breath under every sun and moon recalling the moments never to return

IT IS THE END

night, a silent voice   eyes fold satin smooth   chances and memories walk across thoughts to the other side   destiny and legacy hold the cards   as impatience opens another door into a large room of what was lost with a small box of what was found            

ALL ROADS

all roads lead from me,   long spaces for nights blessings and mornings light as new beginnings stir the senses into full blossomed roads, where no choice is wrong,   full of miles, waysides and memories