fragment 62

Did you intend to completely occupy
every thought in my mind, the smile
that keeps me as you pass by,
or did you simply mean
to leave a light in my eye,
and have you always been...
so beautiful

just beyond

she swims through waves of rapture
flight atop glowing tides that rise
into the inner spells she makes
creates the expectations
that adorn her world

with sparkles like the springtime rain
with winsome wonder as new lain snow
and in the fall of a feather from a clear blue sky
she makes signs to lift the weary

she bends birth and purpose
into fearless reckoning of the ends
 joined in the cycle of being
its curse of loneliness and blessing of love

In fear, we never stop searching it
and when found we cannot rest
for it stirs the spirit into hunger for more;
 we move in the motion of all things,
as the great wheel carries us;
we hold it as close as breath

Now and forever, the light in her eyes
love is the greatness in the most elegant space;
when the night renders itself into a flower
and she waits at the petal's edge

silence

when the steely tone of my voice
met the flint of your eyes
the inertial spark and tangible arc
touched two, and it was you
who found the hidden power
of that moment; it was in you

that inner dimension of possibility unfolds
and life becomes
 a thing impossible to imagine,
we let love silence  the inner voice
when there is no other word
that can be heard

the sun still stern

In the heat of dry August
the smell of water, drawn

Off the cinder heat and led

To the stilly glade, I stepped onward

Where ferns uncurled in a deep and cooling shade,

Among softer ground followed senses

Until a fervent sound revealed a flow.

As the water fell it played
A song from the heart of the stone.

Trembled and dirty
I rinsed palms to forge a cup
And the water filled the parched edge;
Lips and tongue rejoice as the cool wetness
Subside the yearning burn of hours in want.

I revelled in the aspect of an ancient rock
Slate gray and lichen dressing
Pushed up from the womb of the world
Long before the fire in her belly cooled
And she became the Old Mother.

I drank until I could do no more
And filled anything that could hold
But the cold blessing I’d felt
That relieved a deathsome dry
Would never be again,
As it had never been before.

The sun still stern
And rising like the beat of the cicadas
The burning orb that turned my vision red
And spun me to ground
Now seemed tame;  out of the cool
Its touch was welcomed again
For the voice of the stone
Had soothed me
It set my path to know
What the nature of man can be,
And need of water and want;

Finding the faint prayer's answer,
It was a truth of sun and life.

Mother's Memory

 

she had the way to forget
from the pain of my birth, to the excesses
of my spoiled upbringing.
She had mother's memory 
when i disappointed so often
and treasured the moment's i'd won.

In the end of her days, she held
the treasures of her life
and in Mothers memory I was there
when the world moved away
and only the Love remained..

morning gray

 

The mild morning air made a mark
fog gathered the streetlights into soft glowing balls
and the beginning of chill met the end of heavy warm air
thick, grey mists take on the colors of night.

Red sky at dawn and the clouds have fallen
across the dew-wet lawns; i watch
as it swallows the red tail flare
of a passing yellow cab, gone before half the block
passed into a zone of unseen vibration and muffled roars

I treasure this cloud-bound time
because it fades with the bight coming day
yet, resisting the onslaught
of mercurial rays it somehow grays the morning
and stays in the aspect of long streets and winding avenues
i watch trucks emerge and buses disappear

Fog in the city
a morning of light vignettes and evergreen shadows
adds to the magic of sudden appearing and vanishings
like an endless set of doors
opening and closing on the recently seen.