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.