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