the wind is fierce as it
flies down from the north,
it ripples the fabric of my night.

I harvest the stars,
gather their light near that
there is just enough glowing
deep inside my darkness now...

that tonight my sleeplessness
brings me to your side, that through
the birth of timeless words, I give
shape to my dreaming.

I find you in winds fury,
quiet, not yet sleeping...
as though my voice could pierce
the night and awaken all your senses,
each sound...each vowel
a sigh of presentation.

would I frighten you,
if I walked the night
and stood by your side,
to listen to your thoughts.

would I find my name whispered...
as you turned toward me, eyes captured
in the glimmer of moon as a word.

entwine thine eyes around mine,
will you gaze into the mystery of me,
until you see what I see,

until I see what you see.

cast me your words...scented, baited,
swiftly flying upon the fury of wind
as I huddle beside a handful of stars.

The thought of you
stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed...
dreaming you hard, hard.

I awoke with your name,
like tears, soft, salty on my lips,
the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling into my life, larger than life,
beautiful, you strolled in.

I hid in my ordinary days,
in the long grass of routine,
in my quiet room.

You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face,
from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon
which gapes at me.

I open the bedroom door.
The curtains stir.
There you are in the shadow,
like a gift, like a touchable dream.

What do I know of angels,

but when you are near...
I am forever shedding your feathers.

I turn my hands,
palm up...
palm down.

In this light
they are old
and they are young,
all in the same breath.

There is a lesson here...
in the lines that traverse their face.

Gentle is the smile
of an open palm...
yet a lonely and distant friend
when turned over,
when the gates are closed.

there have been many bridges
over countless blue skies that
without you would have been

stairways to nowhere...endless
walking, step after step, into darkness.
and you say you miss me, and I hear

my breath quicken...it is like saying
"love has been waiting, come, sit by
my side now...I am here". and I, well,

I languish in the presence of you...
tell me again tomorrow, when you see me.
it always sounds fresh each time you say it.



a fortune can never be told
and one be so certain of it...
there are always the possibility of tears.

we ransom ourselves at times
just in the want of it, and find
the nights long in the agony of it.

I never knew it would be me, here,
in the want of her...things can have
a way of finding us when we are not looking,

and sometimes there is no way to cross
the space without the bridges of words...
words alone, like a flower, to attract, woven

pieces of a language that have survived time.
the window of the spirit, giving what it can
and forsaking all expectations...wonderful simple gift, you.