1. Spring
The unexpected veers into your side when paths cross,
the flowers were blooming with the extended arm
of the Sun.
The choice to take a day away from mountains brings new,
the city quailing with life and strife absently
for the night.
The decision to step together at night jumping into a cab,
the exhaustion, pumping, head resting on safe shoulders,
for the evening.
The kiss blanketed by blackness but igniting a surge of
voices,
the motions of the body winding through time like a wheel,
for the morning.
Watching you sleep on my lap while the tv buzzed absently,
the slight kicks and jerks and the serenity of watching you
rest,
for my life.
2. Summer
A young tree just blossoming with ripe fruit
from the Sun.
Hands clinging tightly guiding hopes drifting
different ways.
Feet tread through other worlds mouthing
absent strength.
New branches grow with time and memories
reaching high.
Plane parked in their minds shadowing the
feelings fearing.
Mounting rain and ominous clouds spark the
clear sky.
Assure the doubt with empty words and full minds
saying goodbye.
Wrapped tightly in the coat of warm experiences
like armor.
3. Autumn
Gusts rattle and cause the ripe fruit to fall fall fall
Safety nets leap out
Hope love future forever
Still it tumbles down down down
Parachutes of past inflate
Memories travels first kiss
Still it hits the ground and cracks and spills spills spills
Bandage with soothing hymns
Lasting longing living loving
Still rolling with the distance pushing away away away
Last thin silk line keeps it from leaving
Real love the one eternal
4. Fall
When the brisk Sun blows gales slicing and dicing shivers
sliding up spines combined by the salty rain clouds clamoring and chattering
about the places they’ve been when is it going to be enough to say hi I jog
backwards hoping to find paths curling like tremendous waves.
It’s ok
to want solace from truth pumping heat into the veins.
It’s ok
to whimpering coolly rubbing cold parts of the bed.
It’s ok
to wander aimlessly through familiar streets seeking smiles.
It’s ok
to wait awhile to review the map to know which way to go.
It’s ok
to open your heart to the eyes that mean something.
It’s ok
to do a solo search of your soul.
When the dark blanket warps a cape of stars stealing
comforting signs aligning them in her name to frame a fortune that stays untold
leaving hints and rubbing rabbits’ tails so our conjunct doesn’t fold bold to
keep eyes from falling to the shadows painting the grass at last breathing the
virulent venomous wine lining my chest best to punch me in the jowl while I
murmur eternal love or I won’t stop driving till I die or finally find where
I’m meant to go.
5. Otherworld
Perched on the highest peak she contemplates the world,
cross-legged teetering on the edge bathed by a blue sky,
she’s held hands most of her life,
what’s it like to fly
alone?
That golden orb burning brightly supplying energy,
Birds soar and cut but can never reach,
Buildings stretch from the ground but can’t get close,
Even mountains are mere ants to it,
It’s swallowed by the horizon allowing its brother to rise,
Crickets and wolves sing in praise,
While most of the animals escape to otherworlds,
It gleams a dull white and exists in the velvet sea
alone,
she’s watched it flourish for many nights,
wondering how the skiff stands strong,
its body never falters,
it forever orbits to give light through the dark,
when will she ignite someone’s life even through
blackness?
She listens to her heart whisper,
wondering, wishing, hoping,
her prince will wait,
till she finds herself.
