Drape

The moon peeked out from behind a cloud today

And he never even saw it, because I am his curtain

Just hanging around covering light

Throw me open love

I'm just hanging around covering the night

I danced the fairy well but now I've danced my bones weak

I am not the breezy comfort you seek

But rather these days a drape

Upon which one day you will lay 

after that fight where you rip them from the window

Though he who knows me truly will know that I will never be a drape

And whatever shimmered light wants to pass 

I will lay down

And let it

Prism

Any day give me colored light to white

For I prefer to be bathed  in unsplit rainbow

And to that add my own sparkle

And try as I may 

creams beige and gray

Life turns at me like a prism

And I'll never turn away

Seasons

I am winter 

I come to you with all that is frozen in me

And need to melt

But first

I need your gentle spring

to thaw what once was green

And then

A warm May rain 

to bring to bud what beauty 

has been closed inside

And then your golden June light 

to let leaves, 

full of dew,

Dance away from petal 

of their own heavy drenched pliancy

And then I need your blue skies 

to sweetly lure the bloom

from beneath verdant crinolines

So yes, I need you 

But softly

And Slow like seasons

Stars

You are all stars in my sky.

Crossed Out

I have happily died on the cross of this love

crossed myself out

old self fading fast

and happily have transformed

but my ghost lingered last

like a cracked crinkled edgeworn

picture from the past

Trinity

Salt water was the medicine I chose

to heal this half broken heart

with shells

and other barnacled places I've been

and felt my way through the dips in swells

I swam through salty ocean tears

and swept away the sands of time

but somehow, doesn't it always stick to the skin?

ever after triton was done with me

this holey trinity

ebbed sanguine into saline

and I sat on the tip of the shore alone

and was expected each day 

to make this new for you

like a moon

Tide

As the tide turns away now

It takes with it all

that has settled in my soul

Rose

If I could

Scoop out the bad

And fill it with rainbow shebert

I would

And if I could empty this bag

and pack it with flowers

I would

And if I would actually see you 

standing in the shadow so cool in your shades

I could stand a chance

but you have disappeared- a pink peony against a poppy sunset

in my rose coloured glance

so instead i leave a single spec of glitter on you

 to remind you of this light

born of my constant charge

to make your world more bright

despite

Church

In times of trouble

I go to my church

I go to my grave

To gain perspective

This sepulcher of salt from which all life was made

And she listens without judgement

and she always tells me

be still

as she crashes around me 

relentless

So i grabbed the bones of my hips

i flex feet relaxed 

and stand

and hold up the sky

until it feels just like air again

and she crashes against me

relentless

And I am forced to learn what I am made of

Again and again 

like a sermon

I listen to her silence

and in the salt I am reborn

carve nothing on this grave

Just Because

In a fringed house of fun

A psychic queen

streamed incense strange

and told us

that just because you love someone

does not mean they have to change

We sat on this for a long while

in silence

walking round the fair

brushing the other noise from our hair

and absorbing it all

slow as glitter falling in plasma

heavy as a crystal ball

Waking

Stay me this morning rise

The lush look of sleep upon your eyes

in shimmering lashes shone

The things I see in your rushed waking

Never were dreams more mine for the taking

And the dawnlight has given the guise

of two rounded skies

smiling upon 

this promise we're making

in heart

in stone

This City

I need something 

less than this city

less than this vast expanse

For I have roamed round you

but never found you

never more still

the grey azure water stopped 

the blackwell opened

and i saw you 

inside of my own shadow

have you always been there

around me

have you found me?

this vast city 

has held all of my dreams

this whole time

in this manifest destiny

i have made you

and you now

are my vast expanse

found

Revolutions

Petal to petal

Dust to dust

they fell around me

these roses

these rose coloured revolutions

always you spinning me toward the other

Until I am nothing but 

sugarpink spun thorns

too pretty to hold

too sharp to love

Bowl of Rocks

A bowl of rocks-

It was music he gave me

Something I cannot hold in the hand

As even a rock

His words humble

and true

always

I sit here

and roll them around

the lifelines and creases of my hands

and in that elemental transfer

feel his music

and his humble true words

castles

and mountains

have come and gone-

their excess

and subsequent reductions

and nothing could mean more to me

than this bowl of rocks

which he has become 

and the music that remains

always

Sugar

It was a cup of chance

A cup of maybe

And might one thumb have slipped

We may have missed

 But this cup of you

I'll take with cream and sugar

Sweetness and this kiss

I'll take with me

Whether I stay or go

My fingers around you

Or slipped through your handle

I will have you with me

The way sugar follows cream

Balloons

I have put so much of me

in this dream

from before birth

Added tiny stars

and balloons

so that these silly dreams

might ascend

and be seen

These tiny prayers 

throughout my life

might be better heard

if I sewed into score 

and fastened to notes.

And now I watch 

as the city sky fills with all of my desire

And at this twilight hour
 I notice your balloons up there too.

Touch

These songs are my hands

and this is how I touch you

Close

This magic aire

I breathe up here

These rays above the violating clouds

are Godbright

And we are so close now

in my window I look for you

out there

above the terrestrial modeled earth

I stare into lit white

and swear

I see your face 

Seed

Oh beautiful

I am above you

And later today

You shall rise and shine on me

This seed we planted

in a frosted spring ground

triumphantly already has fragranced the crisp air

with daffodil

and tulip

So let's be patient

through winter's jokes

and know the perennial joy of this

will bloom in time

for us to truly see 

the bounty of adding

sun to water to love

Freudenshatter

I'm sorry if I celebrate

like a victory

a little bit

every time

your heart was broke

in the past

All I know

is she rushed you to me

a little more fast

Fully

And in your eyes

I splashed and played

in pools so greyblue

And you in bronzed ochre

through autumn fields

Laughter leaving your silent lips

Unbelieving were we

at what did pass

Two souls rounding each other

playing somewhere in the silver middle

finding repose

I played in heaven

and returned to my body

fully aware that you loved me

More than I could ever love myself

because you have seen 

my hidden plan

past the edge of my mirror, 

the dark side of this moon

and the celestial innocence we are, were and will be

the all of me

swimming there in your eyes.

waiting

He is 

a part of me

apart of me

waiting 

to rejoin

with himself really

in the form of 

light

And I am 

a part of him

apart of him

waiting to become

the moonprint

the roseburst

the sunstream

a collection of our stars

 a harbor of passing ships

rocking softly 

in the pearled onyx tide

now sleeping

waiting

to reunite

and along the edge of the dock of my soul

for you darling

I have hung tiny lanterns,

strung tiny torches

for you 

to find me;

a strand of glittering dawns

I stand beneath 

bathed in tiny sunsets

waiting 

Flower

My flower is in bloom

I want to give you all things beautiful

just to watch the sparkle fill your eyes

and witness joy 

grow in your garden.

and most beautiful of all,

my heart full of grace

and color

and life-

this i plant at your shore

and wait to watch its beauty fill your sky

so I can become part of something more lovely

than the solitude of beauty

so i can forever fill the lonesome field of your heart

with flowers

Smoke

The earth is burning my old plans like incense

I turned around to fragrant smoke

Where once he stood

A funny joke that once was good

made me laugh

But my better half turned out to be my better judgement

So now, I don't shuffle, I walk

I pick up these pieces of talk

Assemble them into pretty things.

Who would have thought

a telephone ring

would wrap more right round my finger

than gold from the kings

Watch me fly to his side

like there's fire on my wings

Roseglow

In this early rush

This rosegold blush

I never sleep

And keep your scent alive

Guarded by

My tightest keep

And the tiny voices of sheep

Counting me

But I glow from something better than rest

And those who know

Prefer this look best

With you on one side

My heart, the other

Both finding the pillow of my chest

And each thinking the other

Beautifully blessed

Tiny Wand

Oh Sky- 

What have you in your stars for me?

What beauty marks and scars for me?

What see you in tea leaves for me?

What keep you up your sleeves for me?

I am the painter

collector

curator

purveyor

of my future

fortune

fantasies

But still I'll take a little side of magic

with my will

A tiny wand to stir my wonder.

Flight

Never felt more like me

Feeling more like you

How could this truth

Make me untrue

when all I have to give

is the same force 

for which we live

Stand on the bank of it

Spin it around

Weigh it in your hand

Do what you must to understand

Sometimes its fine to love the sky

from the land

But sometimes I need to know its mine to fly

shake off the sand

and take to flight

where a run was planned.

Stare

You leave traces of me

on your face

as I glance your way

by chance

And we remember 

freedom fields

and sudden falling rains

as paint drip dropped

Before pain, before pleasure stopped.

And I need not reply 

to a sparkling eye

with much more than this 

sultry stare

stained with the secret scarlet sights

of one who did dare.

Two Blues

I coast between you

Two blues

and wonder which appeals

The love of light or

the honesty of sight

which feels to me more real

like a pink lady apple

or an emerald blade

or the key to your place

I float due to modernity

between these two blues

hoping to become the one

that most feels like you.

Golden Divine

Could you be mine?

Part of my golden divine?

The reason it took so much time?

Could it be he?

Who I was supposed to see?

And make an equal part of me?

Could it be overdue?

To clear all to blue

and make room for you?

Wings

I seem to always

need 

flight

my comfort in 

free

motion

Tried to fight this emotion

and couldn't 

sleep

So to whomever

has the pleasure

of having and holding

save your scolding

if these wings

you clip,

I keep

This Time

Get me above this ocean

for I need to see stars

and seed my wishes

with solitary purpose

I will be great

this time around

and later ascend

to sparkle

diamond night

and be your wish's

sticking point

Cheers

Cheers to this life

And the swirled paths leading us to the simplest places,

And the way water washes away a day,

And to my ability to fly above terrestrial storms,

Cheers to these snowclouds below 

and their peach painted crests and indigo eaves,

And to winter beach shells

And fallen fall leaves

And to farewell taxiside kisses

And to welcoming warm embraces

And to both strangers and familiar faces

And to one becoming the other

Cheers to what we may discover...

Relight

You keep relighting the sunset

Waiting up for me

Un-lating me

so that I come through

your doors

gracefully lit by tangerine

and let you teach me to find

the early moon

And I re-promise

I'm coming home soon

But it's hard to unlearn mars

and its magenta stars

but for you dear

i will re-pretend

Cracks

I flutter and fade

Between these 2 worlds

Overlaid light

and faint gray noise

Cracks through vintage hue

of memories stored

sorted and named

but you were always through

those cracks that

crack like a sullen storm

through summer,

the simultaneous crash

of the whole of heaven

falling in drops

Peacock

Our excess

Champagne never let my lips dry

Gliding on your touch

which hovers me

like a rainbow

And zippers follow 

hungry fingers

Nevertheless

What has 

been made-

this music of feathers-

is made in stone;

in the bones

and will float forever

in unending drift

peacocks weave in

they don't even feel the shift

they make a scene of 

our quiet

effervescent

love

our royal cobalt indigo kiss

but one can not 

rush my blood

and I don't spread these colors

for just anyone

so as the zipper falls

and I come undone

be amazed for me

in the blue blaze 

of a non-repeating heart

and let our excess 

be our art

Touch The Art

I am a living breathing work of art.

Don't paint me into corners.

Don't frame me in.

Don't brush me off.
But shade me,

Give me your richest hues,

Ice me with delicate highlight and the adornments of detail.

And lastly

Please don't museumize my gentle canvas.

Please enjoy me in this life.

Please touch the art.