Straddling the line
Between wake and dream
Endless streams
Of thought behind
As eyes open wide
Curled, startled inside
To face four walls
Laden with grey
Fringed with pics of wings
To ease into the day
I wrap my arms round
She stares up to sky
Kiss her forehead
Happy cry
Frazey pipes in to
Make it seem
I am ready to live
My waking dream
What I know
About gentleness
Found in you
Her words fall
Dew drop early morn
Melting sun
Something changed
While I was waiting
For you too
Into life we delve
Retrieve treasure
Fossick through debris
Until we come up
Breathing, gasping
Wantonly inspired
To give shape
Form with words
So to reach
Into another's soul
To revive, cool, soothe
Another heart on fire
Burning out all fuel
Staring at smoking remains
She looks up and smiles
Whispers my name
Stories grow legs
Read themselves
Back to me
Giving life to them
Now never
Alone
A love like a thriller
Insecure intensity
Never knowing
What's round the corner
Affection dangling
Open bare
Viewing platform
Overhanging
Grand Canyon
Asking sweetly
Please don't
Cut me down
Else I'll drown
Beating heart held
In your hands
Till tenderly
Wrapped around
My feet return
To ground
A tonic to cure
All my ills
Spoonful of sugar
Swallow bitter pill
A mellow taste
For even hour
Honey and lemon
Sweet and sour
In careful measure
Or else is dicy
Just a pinch
Of sweet with spicy
A perfect match
I ever did meet
Kiss tips fingers
Salty and sweet
Unfinished work poised
Graphite brings to life
It is her
Or a great ancestor
Also looking into me
With cool blue eyes
I surmise by their clarity
Following gaze
More striking than
Mona Lisa
To be continued
Should years between
Remain open to
Chance meetings
A love that does not
Need to say, achieve
No affirmation
Endless invitations
Abandoned
As fruitless as asking
A native bird to
Fly to finger
Quietly observing
Turn around again
The view from here
Is beautiful indeed
A fingerprint
Of lover's name
Unique new note
Not one the same
Beautiful fingers
Of one fine hand
Silent wave
Siren's command
So rare and precious
Slender and long
Ever rehearsed
Perform one song
Some sit idle
Curled content
Pondering days
Love long spent
Mine a many
Instrumentalist
Strikes a chord
Tone long missed
Orchestral works
Of mindfulness
Conducted by
Pure hand of bliss
In the deep recesses
Of the palace
Of the mind
Quaint catalogue boxes
Sit idly weaving
Lacy silk
Gartered webs
Across time stained
Decks of cards
Full of chance
Now expired
No waste of space
In the twilight hours
They levitate and spin
Like Papillon on
A spring day
As bulbs emerge
From the clay
In cocoon of dream
Memories play
To lure me out
Of myself
To mingle with life
As it never happened
Inspire possibility
A springboard
To love well
To hope
For more
Count the stars of heaven 