Oceans and oceans and, oh,the deep seas Have seen my every (Yes) my every…thing But to my love, I Was like a boat in a bottle Stuck -somehow-mysteriously inside- Running me into myself, riding on sands and Quickly falling out of time So I… Kept on moving Between beaches and buildings From closets to stage […]Read More patience for letting
You found me didn’t you, dear one? senses washed in sage far gone as the horizon you talked to me, and I heard you (but not from your mouth) You danced with me as we were stilled by the moon In those yellow grasses glistening at midnight We were like children, smiling wide holding up […]Read More Breathe me like that desert sage
Talk to me Oh, the seventh time around When all other cards are flung from the deck When all the little things are known Talk to me then Until that day: Sweep me under the rug (Like you will do) Oh and then- when I am not paying attention- Scoop me under the full moon […]Read More Seventh Time Around
“honey, its in the stars,” I had fallen for a wandering gypsy mentor Drawn to a mystical wisdom by a rhythm beating louder than his own heart To the next thing that seemed like a promising omen And if its any consolation We will both be wandering In service of self born artists or broken […]Read More passing through
if it is to be that another ring grows around the cedar skybound outside my window, another rainbow carpets the mountainside or another year I grow truer in my skin I will know that when we are ready to be seen it is then we will begin the hut I have built from days […]Read More if it is to be.
I could search out all the rocks in my garden, love but when it rains the daystraight through only more and more rise to the top I dont want to wait till the picture is perfect -for you to come closer I could be old and dying and dear, but my love will never stop […]Read More untitled.