Do not try,
Pipes chorus -
To compete,
It’s not a game,
Chides a waiter -
With the apple
Of her eye.
Devotion decades deep
While you are merely
A drop in her sea.
Constant, awash
A reed among kelp forest
Slowly disappearing
Taste of salt tears
Sweat of remembrance
Incomparable to the love
She plucked from tender
Young tree
Senses seeking places
Where time stands still
Burden drifts away
Nonsensical rules fade
Sink to murky depths
Disapproving looks cling
To craggy rocks
Boom and crash of waves
Soothe the news of today
Diggers on parade
Clanging bands and gongs
While my heart simply
Called by siren's song
Maybe one day
Clear as a bell
Sound barrier
Dissolves
Maybe next week
Sweet like a peach
Sore words
Repealed
Maybe next month
Bright as a button
Story house
Reveals
Maybe next year
Poignant is the date
Self-love
Heals
Winter arrives slowly
A knock on the door
One morning
Lover calling you
Back to bed
Mid June promises
Teasing along
Since they escaped
To furthest parts
Of the landscape
All summer long
Nothing to do
But wait for frost
First signs of
Pink frosted dawn
Hope she will come again
Alone
Meet me on the bridge at noon?
I will wait until sundown
If you're late I'll walk alone
Than have someone to fill those shoes
Here's to unfinished
Work of art
Begging to converse
Tease of drip of acrylic
Poised end of brush
Imagination fills places
Where longing left off
Blank space...
Neither up nor in
Constant as the sun
Giving vibes of life
Warmth and light
Though sparks, fire ignite
So too, my heart
Darkness evaporates
Into morn
Dreams dissipate
Plans borne
Days began with a shake
From my bunk
To swing a sextant
On the bridge wing
Eyes fixed on
Horizon and stars
Now her warmth bleeds
Into my eyes
Setting my heart
On fire once again
Confidently, I play
Right on her doorstep
Knowing full well
She is often somewhere
Else with someone else
I soak in the presence
Pacific Gulls and seals
Fitness freaks and
Dogs on leash
But mainly, the presence
Of myself
Under the wire
Rumination of swallows
Looking down on me
What a push over
If heaven were a song
This day plays repeat
In the quiet hours
Of my memory
Count the stars of heaven 