Ballads can be crazy things

Bringing about stretched musings

& lines from poles that don’t exist

See, he is not fishing for you.

They sit with you for evening tea

Swooning shadows with his cologne

Wrapping around your heart until you moan

& you only call it sighing

They frolic neath a childlike sun

& leave you obvious & glistening

Resting for hours, the lyrics sound!

& there’s not one good thing you’re missing. 

 

 There are some mighty things that I must do

Without you

So many suns to set inside my

Rearview mirror

A vision of a master piece, I must cling to

Till one day, this you - I dream, appears

And if they laugh I will stay the course

For laughter at dreams is often

Jealousy or ignorance

& there are mighty things that I must do without you

To prepare for all my life when you are here

Still

One moment, in the midnight sky

I saw two stars that were your eyes

They seemed to shed a bit of glimmer

Upon my hands I saw a shimmer

I thought upon it as a sign

And slept beneath your eyes, divine 

Too Plentiful, Some Sorrow

So here I am

Alone

I am stone

You are air

I am every inch of

What I don’t want to be

And I can’t move

I can’t even crawl

My aching is so deep

I see the hole of it below

My sorrow is so vast

I am the ship in it

And I don’t know how

To steer

Or else

I don’t know where

To go.

snowball moon

I miss you

And the sounds from your head

The rolling of life as it always was

Like spinning underneath a finger

I can see us as children

It is a driving pain

& one of the dearest things

I picture you

Mostly so late

We gather in the snowball moon

& not one person knows me there

This cry I give to God

Tell me why, please tell me why

And I just want to talk to you again

This wish weakens me – tragic

Till my eyes close like

your ending

a train colliding with, a cloud

 

Poppies and Lessons

Sometimes I get tired of it all

And I want to be whisked away

To some boat

Some lake

And the boat would be old

having a fascinating history

with a look of charming dishevelment

And the lake would be sheltered

With draping trees and haloed sunbeams

With signs of love songs sung long ago

And a rose reflecting like Shakespeare knows

I’d give you that look

You’d give me the look

And we’d sail away neath

The baking sun

Like two little kids

Little birds

In love

I’d kiss you fine

So remarkably

You’d buy the boat

Like gold

We’d hide it

Near poppies and

Lessons and run home

Love-sick and

Clean

Aria  
I know you

Like a little diamond

Flickering in the distance

Neath violet-loved grass

and the almost evening

shadows.

In your world there

Will always be a paper boat

I set it within a lake on

an August afternoon

the tiny golden flowers

of your name will forever

trace the way

My Aria, sweet heart

Darling, light

& free.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

to my new baby girl, Aria. xo 

thinking of day and night.

Your eyes moved

Freely over me as

Butterflies swung on

Sun drawn bends

My heart streamed your

Loveliness, internal

Warm petals, surrounding my

Head, an ethereal bed of

Light and wings

Spilling your voice into my soul

Absorbing cloud nine

Through my lifted breast

As promises grew

Into brimming day vases

Your kisses left a

Curved staircase to the

Height of me, whole

It is always not too soon

For your star falling

Eyes to set a pattern upon

This midnight blue stretch

Your influence draping the moon

In crimson.

always or never.

Always or never.

I was thistles of charms

I was stems of perennial secrets

Forever June in pearl a casket

All lost hearts rested inside sea caves

Paper dolls hid in flower boxes

My head spun for nothing

Until it turned into milk glass

& sweet sweat summers &

For- hiding- willow trees

(breathe out, you must)

It’s the seahorse in your eyes

The coating of your hands upon mine

The fake champagne too

I sense I am that still

& only just like this, near you

Please stay with me! always

Or never.  

(from my collection Heart Drumming)

 

Girl with Time

Morning love

I’ve got my

Eyes on you

Peripherally

One fourth of you

Is still smashing

A smidgen of a maybe light in your eye

Is a buttercup flower

A chocolate filled with valentine

An edge of a cliff

A trance

A slap in the face

A dance

A delicate chain

Attached to a star

To pull, neatly

As we unite

Dusk dreams

Still love

Midnight 

 

She often loves, in circles

She often fades like ice

There are many stars she’s chosen

But wandering is her vice

& like an old carousel, she’s broken

Beautiful, though tired

Still late at night if you press her

-She sounds just like her colors...