I Still Feel You

I feel you

at the razor edge of madness

in the fierce break of waves along

the sea line

a half moon fading at dawn

in shifting shadows of endings.

I feel you in the sweet froth

and flow of memory.

In dark eyes that catch mine in

musty corridors of dreams

I see you

in the wild of wolves

the vigil of birds at my midnight window.

I sense you in sacred passages

where like phantoms we are lost.

art by Karol Bak

Karol Bak kneeling

A Thousand Years

cover the sky with your hand

the summit of your palm is the moon.

Your fingers are streams of stardust

sweeping across ancient dunes

or the slender branches of willows

gliding through desert sand

soft and sediment.

Your words sting like bees that linger

thawing like ice on your tongue.

The heart of every woman you have

loved lives inside me

the cracking bones of beating wings

resounding against fixed walls

whispers of moments come and gone.

Recall my eyes as time,

you have lived here a thousand years

The Letter

I left a message for you in a book.
It is like me to mark provocative phrases,
to shake them out in ponderous verses.
Do not read too much in the fallout,
the notes in the border are for nostalgia’s sake.
I dreamt of you again last night
my adversary
whose aura I barely recall.
My suffering is not in knowing what was real
but what was not.

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Ice

Life is a flinch of the

eye and love is a phantom

hiding in plain sight.

A sculpture of ice,

a thousand crystal droplets

strewn across the sky.

Touched by the tongue of a

a flame becoming the sun,

tonight I need to start a fire

I’m as cold as the midnight moon.

Night Music

Until the Battle is Done

Courage is a leopard her cubs in danger

rushing forward without hesitation to face the foe.

It is looking your greatest fear in the eye

leaning forward,  stepping across that

line you dare not cross,   lungs bursting

thoughts racing,  adrenaline heart pounding,

defending the defenseless in the arena of dread.

Facing the enemy, confronting the bully,

challenging the antagonist until the battle is won.

 

 

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Celtic Woman by Mali

 

Unraveling

When I miss you

I become so small my body

could fit into the heart of a

sea bird begging salt with

its pulpy tongue.  The scent of

sandalwood remains in a discarded

shirt tossed over a bed post where

I return and return.

The clouds unravel and tears rain

down in shades of eventide.

Keep me close in your heart like

the beating of a rhythmic railway

traveling snow covered alps

or the black tar of far off foothills.

 

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Send Me A Sign

Can you send me a sign?

 

As Pristine  as the south seas

An angel without wings

I sent you a message

did  it  drift out to sea

I’ m watching  I’m waiting 

On the other side 

All that I’m asking  is

send me a sign

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Intentions

I  wonder about your kiss.

Is it the taste of sweet oranges?

Now Spring  hovers at my lips and my

hair is filled with flowers.

For you  a crown of fern and twigs

plucked from  stones of a river.

Wrapped in the arms of a gentle breeze

I fear we will never kiss

still my memory loves you.

 

A Little Night Music…

 

 

 

 

 

*Sophie Zelman: Memory Loves You

Singing To Birds

Leaning into summer

free falling adventure

anarchistic hummingbirds

hover in mid-air.

Tiny ballerinas too

light to bear their shadow

vibrate the air like the

laughter of children.

I open my heart like

raining down clouds to

sweet intoxication,

the promise of spring.

Bellavista

art: Dawn Chorus by Bellavista

Later In the Dark

At the wharf I lean back against the damp stone wall, sip my drink and yield to the slippery salamander of sea. The moon is a glistening slice of melon, her whisper carries on the wind “moon child I love you too”. Sinking deeper in to my subconscious I watch a velvet sea bird swoop my reflection from silver waves where the sighs of lovers are lost in a monsoon. Old images flicker across my frontal lobe as I liberate sip by sip. That man with the golden veins doesn’t interest me anymore. Later when my pearl skinned body breaks the surface I’ll bring him back again.

art by Steve Hanks