Sunday, July 17, 2011

summer dance...


Moon eyes,  so they seemed,
gentle like the rise of night
when dusk gives way to dreamy ways
when rest means more than effort
when we seek solace of our wishes
and wonder if in this night’s heat
passions find us again…

In a slow dance like the way we reach-
joined in time and place to another-
to make a bridge of warm wet air;
I watch her dance, and moon eyes speak
as in the silence of soft silver beams
of mysteries sought and found in her face
as if beauty answered each question—for now

Moon eyes float above a seductive dance
and a hot summer night, begins to steam…

Saturday, July 16, 2011

seven fifteen...


Across sky
time gives birth to day
flow of morning light and cloud -
strands and filaments, roses into violets;
on breath-brush of wind,
a moment simply felt
from eyes to dry lips
I am humbled by beauty…

my thoughts float to you-
a moment in your eyes,
a soft word in the air between us;
and I am there on a city street
dry lips and…so humble

Sunday, July 10, 2011

there, you are

 
A pale blue afternoon moon
tilted half afloat in God’s own blue sea
I wonder of you - half this world away-
if  this were what you’d see?

Perhaps, clothed in darker shades of evening
embraced by glows of distant stars
Moon listens to you- sister soul, ever
eager for warm breath of thoughts.

When you are in ebony, I in blue; reach

beyond the tides of this day
beneath the skin of all we touch
inside the tremored roar of busy life,
there is the voice that speaks all one knows.
There…you are

remembered from moment to moment,
whispered soft, sung aloud—you are
the poetry that lives within my words.







Thursday, July 7, 2011

slow...

I found a slow kiss
in a verse she left, an idle thought
in a distant moment, another
in a word used to imitate my laugh
I found one the day before
in a kind moment when I whined
about this or that, some busy day spat
when she listened, in her beauty
like the ever glowing face of the moon
in her grace, as if a gift to my life
and she glows in my thoughts each day
which is the slow kiss, I truly remember
the one…in a universe of miracles,
only found in her eyes