The Warmth of Him
And the warmth of him....
bringing in the logs
for the long cold winter
and making me tremble
with the promise in his eyes
... of later
walking barefoot through dark, silent woods
green fir trees..dark brown eyes
shiny black braids
bride red feathers
turquoise beads
smoky prayers
around a campfire..my fine white horse
swifter than the north wind!
and the warmth of him
strong, handsome brave
and favourite of the Sun god
soft hot breath against my breast
lips murmuring
arms clinging, blood churning
loins burning
while the rain beat gentle on the tent
near the lake
and the pale Moon faded into dawn
at the moment when the wild birds cry
and the warmth of him.
~ * ~
The moon sits
the moon sits...
on black wires
like a single black note
to be played
continuously
over the city
the moon sits...
like a round faced kid
behind bars waiting
for miracles
the moon sits...
like the vagrant love
in dark dreams come
to make men
dream
right.
~ * ~
One Last Fling...
Autumn puffs in......
announcing a change in wind...
the morning sun paints the sky electric blue
.....a festive backdrop to nature's last
party before winter
The woods celebrate...
giddy, swaying, drunk with earth nectar...
trees dance with the strong breezes until gowns
blazing in copper, scarlet, and gold
....rustle, flutter, and whirl to the ground
The sun departs...
a haze of smoke from ancient Indian fires
clings to the blue-grey horizon
.....reluctant revelers silently slip into frosty slumber
...and wait for the warm kiss of spring to
invite them to her annual ball.
~ * ~
In the wee hours....
In the wee hours
when my hand
is scheduled to write
it lays on its back
opening and closing
on the memory
of lost loves
and hates
and all
the sometime things
that slipped between
its poetry farming
fingers.
~ * ~
To write a poem for you....
I want to write a poem
for you
that will sound
feel like the little electric tingles
skittering over my skin when I think your name
I want to tug
pull your face to smiles
when you read the words...
I want to write a poem
that will shimmer
and stand against your mind like yesterdays
I want to make visions
that will rage through your dreams
I want miles and miles of me
living inside you
racing with your blood
a poem of you coming
jumping into my life
your eyes calm
and your voice
like a vanishing summer storm
rolling around in me.
I want to find noisy things
to fill the void
I want to jam the silence
of these spaces
with our whispers.......our laughter
I want to fill the emptiness with our eye
mind contact
I want the feeling to slide between us in waves
smothering distance
stifling fears
exploding the vacuum
tall sounds
of people living
small sounds
feathering
billowing vibrating
connecting youtometoyoutometo
you to me
to you.
yes....
I want to write a poem for you.
~ * ~
The lone child cried.
...the lone child cried
it's cries filled the womb
cries of fear, foreseeing its doom
with fist tightly curled
it cried out its fear
as little words of hate
crept into its ear
....then the world gazed upon it
with a Great Loving Eye
but its fist remained curled
and its first word was....
why?
~ * ~
Miracles-
breathe cool clean mountain air,
watch the children playing there
who still believe in miracles
...as I once did.
~ * ~
~The miracle of Us~
...how could you know the words?
the words I longed to hear
"Hush, be still my love, be still,
...I am here"
Then, we smiled at each other in a deep, deep knowing
as we felt the hunger growing, until your hand, full of fever
lightly touched my breast
pressed harder, and lingered...crumpling my knees to tissue paper
yes! I have been here before, I know the breeze
beyond the window..
the cool of the air..the musty scent of your hair
and the sounds outside the door
you have been mine before!
the miracle of Us...is not easily defined
because, all we really know...
...is that it was planned
many eons ago...
yes, before you were born, I was yours
and before I was born..you were mine.
~ * ~
Albert's Theory
Since you and I turned into Us
I can't say why..or how..or when
but I do know our Now was also Then
How many times have we felt this need?
The Present is but a memory
we're moving through ...at a different rate of speed
The beautiful simplicity
of Einstein's Relativity
is finally clear
For...Yesterday will soon return
and Tomorrow has already been here
Now we shall never need to draw...
a final earthbound breath
Because there is no Life... until you love
and then there is no death.
