Late Afternoon Clouds

Late Afternoon CloudsIt’s the late afternoon staring
across mountains, through window
seeing your face, your eyes, your hair
shaped within the sunset shadows

of reddish pastel clouds
the shimmer of your hair
in filtered sunlight
tossed by a flirting breeze

Of course it’s not painful
watching you scraping peaks
floating within cloud colors
as if you were still

If I were a pilot I would
want to spend my days flying
through those hair-like clouds
feeling them brush against my plane

but I know they would barely
linger leaving limited traces
in much the same way you remain
only in pale, distant clouds

#clouds

Late Afternoon Clouds

A Gentle Line

She wondered what the villain left,A gentle line
while laughing only alone
Just? Fair? indeed not.
Signs in the shade, perhaps

She beat at the starless sky
begging for its water back
until the glow of a sullen sunrise
delivered layers of gray to line the sky.

She wanted to hurry by,
ignoring all along the divide,
a gust of sorrow on the roof;
not that she could care a little
not at all a little

teetering with a thin memory
neither quite here nor quite there
imitating a sort of poetry
scurrying across a littered land

It was not at all comfortable
never it was, was it
yet she spoke with her spirit
and was paid in tattered rags

yearning for only a touch of pastel
or a ceaseless drip of soft drizzle
to infuriate the constant toil
inside the next delicate scratch

 

 

 

A Gentle Line

Over on the Edge of Where

He Thought He Knewon the edge

Where it was he left
Was it walking in the rain
On a road between the
Beginning and the edge

The path from the edge
He took and stumbled
Unable to find the lost
Beginning over again

Walking his memories
A dog in harness
Waging its tail growling
Over and over again

He felt his heart beating
Him up ripping his chest
Apart the tingling in his arm
And he was screaming again

The sky was azure blue
He was sure of that, too
Waiting for a cold grey storm
To tumble in over again

Cautiously venturing into
Wherever he thought he
Belonged somewhere between
The beginning and the edge

Over on the Edge of Where

Only one love I have


	Her				Him

and I say my heart is breakin'
and I see I am forsaken
for I know my love's been taken
and I've no place to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
where you are is my intention
cause your love I'll not mention
to anyone with dissension
so I'll just have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
cause it's there you'll be forever
and from your love my heart will sever
like a broken weight with lever
please don't make me go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
I will love you till the ending
and I'll never be pretending
cause your love you will be sending
to wherever I should go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
please say it, you love me
please say it, you breath me
in your heart where I will be
and I'll never have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
and I say my heart's not breakin'
cause you are my intention
I will love you till the ending
and I'll always love you too		
					
It's true, I'll always love you.
Only one love I have

He Woke Screaming

He woke screaming at the daylightunmade bed
wrapped in sweat soaked torn sheets
remembering things little things big things
remembering things he didn’t know he’d forgotten
remembering the love he thought he wanted

scratching the pustule of a long ago romance
he fell backwards into a field of unfinished dreams
like the dark flowers of weeds – beautiful but unwanted
as a gasp holding his breath catching in his throat

Like the deep breaths of lavender silk
corroded with daylight leaving
leaving
leaving the cusp of a daydream
leaving his everyday neverday life
leaving the luxury of a love long wanted

the itching was more than persistant
within the realm of a distant prophet
and holding his breath he kissed gently
but there was only the dust left behind

He Woke Screaming