what is tomorrow?
i went to listen
to a woman sing
like
a siren but near
i went to a bar
dark hunters
with conspiratorial
smiles and sad ladies
only few danced
but the music
this was good,
an earthy rhythm
i came up
above the roofs,
i want raindrops
to fall on your hair
want to rest
my soul in you
and snow to fall
on my thoughts
i want to bury
my face in your scent,
sleep with the waves
of your breathing
your sadness
is now mine
and all is sworn in
against us
i hope for autumn
to turn all gold
and clear and cool
as tender kisses
now is summer
never our time
and spring
was pain
i sit under trees,
always in between,
i love, i wish,
i think i am alive
poem for her dog
she, a tiny ball,
curly and black,
so weak now
and all she is
is soul,
alive through love
until love
will take her home
sometimes her eyes
ask what happens
like a child
and though she
knows like a child,
the answer
is in presence
and touch
and we know
when we see,
she knows
all.
she is pure
and will be,
her colors
are joy and life
and her life
will be
running ,
jumping high grass
across the sunset
unleashed
released
into happiness
one day
we will miss her
but she will stay
in mind and heart
off and on
wagging her tail
with a soft bark
and somehow a smile
one day
i met my heart
and yours
another day
i wanted
to be a poem
and be voice
and silence
i longed
to be a pause
between breaths
and waves
rising and sinking,
a space
growing out
into skies infinite
i wanted
to be a poem
living
though i am
just me, a man
alone
who wants to sing
in your arms
until
you may listen
without hearing
beyond words
