How much does love weigh?
Enough to keep a light heart from floating away?
Nourished by absence,
It grew heavier
Day by day
And although neither promised
A single tone carried enough
The final moment said enough assurances.
Poems
Time and inquiry
For in the wind lie answers,
Old as time itself,
Questions asked by weary travelers
Found only on the lips of lovers.
Words carry your love
Words carry your love,
As they drift across an open sea
Of sand and worries
That were once hopes,
Scorched by the ages.
Your lips uncovered a tongue
Restless to make love
And ready to spill out
The racing thoughts
That contaminate
The sanctity of promises
Made to the sky
And sworn to things greater than ourselves
Clouds abound
A face formed in the sky
Above a season of stillness
Even the trees wept
With hollow cries
From decrepit leaves
Only the solstice
Could breathe fresh life
Into the eyes of the sky
My foolish heart
My heart is made foolish
Feeble and young,
Made to be
Any form you imagine
For like soft red clay
Sticking to my ankles
As I laze on the river bed
You roll me over
Back and forth
Your fingers my judge
My artist and my muse
My savior.
A heart made foolish
Composed of hope
And dreams
Baked sturdy and strong
By days in
Your unrelenting sun
Falling in the night
I saw a beam of sun wink at me
Before it crashed full force
Into the petal of a flower
Bursting with deep blue veins
And with this solar warmth
Exudes a fragrance
So sweet
We became intoxicated
And threw around heavy words
And forgot to guard the walls we had built
And so they fell
As we fell with the sunshine
And became drunk with love deep into the night
A house in the forest
A house
bathed in green
taken under
by a forest
full of ire.
A house bathed green
left to the devices
of wood nymphs,
falling piece by piece
to the hungry jungle floor.
A Poetic Voyage 