She
is a condensed version
of trees swaying
in summer winds.
Her smile
calms tempests, and soothes the rains
for she walks in sunlight
and as evening draws near,
her eyes soften.
SHE
Category Archives: Poetry
on the moor
through nightly mists I beckon
for you to strike out alone
and meet me, on the moor
come rain or come shine
Understand me.
“Understand me.
I’m not like an ordinary world.
I have my madness,
I live in another dimension
and I do not have time for things
that have no soul.”
― Bukowski (or perhaps not)
Fallen Light
“We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.”
08 fall & shatter
I want to fall
and to shatter
and to put myself back together
The Sea in Sway
to find home
in my state
of ever-becoming
To Search, or To Be Found III
just beyond the trees, I think
you’ll find
what you’ve been looking for
Anneliese
on an old graveyard, I found you again
after we lost you in January
the sun on my face, the gravestones shining
names and numbers, years, lived, and ended
love and loss, permeating the air, shimmering
and you in the midst of it all
with me, wherever I go
the oldest source of my life
beloved
(03/2017)
leaf buds
when spring approaches
and leaf buds rush into bloom
we can only watch, time standing still
the moment of change, a stillness of becoming
forever out of grasp
(03/2017)
to search, or to be found II
follow me, through
the ferns, I will
be waiting for
you
for
you
bathed in light
are haunting me, through
my nights
