I Had Probed the Dark Sky
I had probed the dark skyfor words for youand there were none–starlings flown to valleys verdentand yet unexplored.Such is the coin of eloquencebequeathed...
I had probed the dark skyfor words for youand there were none–starlings flown to valleys verdentand yet unexplored.Such is the coin of eloquencebequeathed...
This will be a summerof hot dreams and playful nights.Every of your thousand inches will be touched and known.I’ll read them like pages from a fairy-tale ...
(repeat the following) The world is headed toward something.Catastrophe? Maybe not.Perhaps all the good people of the worldwill turn it all around. Perhaps. But...
I first saw you play a violinlike a cattail on a virgin wind. You were only an outline then. Tracing clouds with your eyesonly later did I see,and petals with a...
I thought the night’s solitude over,on the forest’s edge where only I can go.I proffered my question to angels, towering above the trees,more ancien...
The days are filled with you; the night, too.ever-growing, my vines grow into you.Taut against your blossoms, over your valleys,I caress you like a fog, water a...
We are the stories we tell–Even this onewe weave together. Our beautiful wordsdance with each otherand our love multiplies.
This sun, this moon, this moss-covered womb from which love awakes. To know you now, (Why not then? But still … now!) The butterflies have multiplied. I catch t...
Mistress city my fingers trace your long highways– soft as Persian carpets. Your spires lure your lamps conspire your thousand eyes glitter behind neon an...
All the world is in your eye that bends like a reed; the wind–your brush, the canvas–seed. With what strokes the world is made the downy moon, the s...