4/14/00

Her morning smelt of lilacs
and burnt coffee,
as she closed doors that
led her nowhere,
and turned to face
a musty breeze
that blew in from
the basement.

Digging under concrete rhymes,
she looked for puddles of tears
and broken toys,
and hand prints
shouting at the walls,
before the hand descended
to punish.

She worked blindfolded
into nightfall,
memory's dust,
the shovel at last
strikes its treasure.

Revealing nothing,
but soft light,
caressed,
and indifference fades
before the beautiful truth
of her heart.

2 AM 4/9/00

My words froze on air,
your voice rippled into silence.
I thought I knew the meaning
of your smile,
no yearnings for pretty appearances.
This time, to be the last,
forever.  Searching.

The lonely are travelers
on the streets,
so many looking for love,
yet so few fight to keep it.

I swim in the depths
of your eyes,
looking for a question that
exhausted phrases
can't conceal,

When your words strike,
the world is a smaller place.
Only you and I.
And all that I want
is here,
under your masks of joy and darkness,
encompassed
in all that you are.

A desert,
hidden oasis gleaming,
expanse of sand surrounds

Entombed with kings,
and silken elephants,
hieroglyphics scrawl with purpose,
lost to ancient dust,
snakes looped head to tail inside,
asleep.

Jade or dragon scales,
in a place no eyes have seen.
Ashes cold in smolder
a resurrected blaze
put out beneath war hooves.

Wheels turn as serpents writhe through wholes,
path of time converges
and boils.
Kings disintegrate
to infants' cries,
as chained to the hourglass,
polarity ebbs
and flows,
attraction density,
singing our way home.

Boring Afternoon 3/29/00

The magazine cover
glossy smile
girl with generous
cleavage
powdered and exposed.

The clock above
ticks
counting moments before they burst
confetti
like snowflakes
drifting
settles on my mind.

Intensified
horsefly circles low
on a kamikaze mission
into the wall.
Insect stomach now drips
down the clock
face
the second moment
opens like an oyster
presenting pearls.

Into The Faery Hill 3/28/00

Beneath a moon
bouncing low over distant treetops,
I found a door in a Faery hill,
joined the Shining Ones,
dressed in their green and golden dewdrops.
In countrysides never seen,
there were many empty lanes,
ending at many houses,
and into these
the feast welcomed us.
We drank our fill
Of hyacinth wine,
and danced to the trill
of flutes and birds.
Though warned not to eat or drink,
I did so heartily,
for I wished
never to leave this place.
Even if a prisoner I would be,
forever.

Evening 3/28/2000

He followed a smoke plume,
like floating pillows,
skyward billows the agony
of defeated armies.
Up to the sun.
He loves the scent of battle
and knows no fear.
But the clang of iron bells,
tells of blood in the spring,
tolling the crusade.
Shouting trees mock every step.
A place, they say,
away from chaos, where
flowery breezes kiss
away worry,
to escape and mourn
the death of yesterday,
heal the wounds
lower the sagging curtains
to the stage floor.
Ahead, the path bends
backwards,
a fragmented horizon steals his eyes.
He marches blind,
the knot of hope coiled in his stomach.
Cancerous yearning drives the herd forth.
In vain, they dream they are awake.
He knows the answer to the serpent's gaze,
and the battle trumpet sounds at dawn,
once again.

For My Goddess

For far too long I struggled,
never knew the source,
the eternal peace within.
Stumbling, blaming, shaming.
But She was always there,
the still small voice in my heart.
She called me out, and set me free
of the winding maze I'd been born to.
Always there with me,
as close as a breath,
or as the touch of my bare feet
upon Her face.
Origin of all life, Mother eternal,
Spirit of wisdom, of peace.
You are the timeless,
bearer of unconditional joy.
I follow you, my Lady,
from lifetime to lifetime,
for You are truth,
happiness.

For Stephen

The sound of your voice
moves through my heart,
plays at my strings,
ties up my mind
with the constant thought of you.

I love to watch you,
you move like a storm,
true and strong across my sky.

Singing, breathes
senseless yearning into me.
may I always be here,
arms filled
with the miracle
of you.

For Jazz 3/24/00

Cat glides across the floor
light and perfect line of form
as light touches her fur.

Do those jade eyes
hold a question?
No one know the
shadow of her mind.

Mysterious clown,
keeps to herself,
and is content
to roll on the floorboards,
in a shaft of sunshine.

Morning Commute 3/23/00

It's hard to lift your head above
the masses,
media junkies and tech clones in this town.
People like to follow whoever's ahead,
too closely in gridlocked traffic,
and heartlocked lives.
Try to break out of stale train cars.
Release the stopper, and let fingers
comb uptight hair free.
Breathe,
and laughter flows like rainbow gumdrops
from a jar,
into eager children's hands.

911

My glass front box
spoke dissonance,
dumbfounded
eyes saw chaos.
Screams buried rampant,
madness echoing,
city of fear.
Proud towers crumbled
like brittle mudspires,
blood, bone, concrete, steel.
Demon's playground
amongst the rubble.

Turned it off,
sting of tears,
despair
settling dust over skyscrapers,
and over a world
forever changed
in the space of an hour.

Petals illuminate a broken heart.
he tells her of springtime love,
but leaves a clouded sky behind.
She dreams on,
in her world of forget-me-nots.
Pain veiled in vibrant color,
tears drowned within song,

I have a lost mind.
Never, stated infinite
Magnetic universe
In doubtful circles
Whirls into
Catapulted networks

There is a tangled
distance,
north of reason,
south of rhyme.
And between is a question,
a terrible,
brilliant moment.
Man-made sun, destroyer of all,
last of a dying genius.
More than death--madness.
No heal for the divide.
Bridges crumble,
Flames consume,
and none see eye to eye.
When spears rattle
and monkeys scream
a war cry,
dissonance
across a burning sky.
The little ones cling to the rocks,
weep among the dying trees,
the poison water,
and hope that somewhere,
someone
can hear.

Bodies in motion,
we fall like stars,
can't see the bottom
of this.

No eyes or fingers,
cold smile.
Darkness finds the ember.

Children of the blind
must walk with
hands outstretched,
seeking what awaits.

Fountains of wine and innocence
falling,
inside a dream.
Falling, we drift as clouds
into empty light.

Our spiral world
closes in on us,
a silence in the center,
devours,
a promise to fade.

Why do the hungry
dance upon the crumbling land,
and yet they too must face
the vanishing, the path of centuries,
as it devours their lust for life?

A ghost haunts the memories
left behind,
Of the wild ones,
and the shattered halls of kings.
Even as many prayers
beseech the inevitable,
at the passing dusk.

For Sara

Like a ghostly
fingerprint left behind
in the ripple
of passing raindrops

She reached toward the sound
of laughter,
yet found the prick of a thorn,
and scarlet was the flower,
with a trickle of blood and song.

Can't hear in this storm.
She loves the thunder,
but it lies hidden,
beneath things once held dear.

Can you fathom,
hear the echo of deep places,
as if a dark sea had swallowed the moon, the night?

Her feet leave no trace in the water.
But passing waves,
whisper soft at her ankles.
Their songs are ancient,
of a blazing light,
shines within eyes that see.

This hour is but a moment,
One jewel
A tiny drop.
Insignificant as a single star,
eternally one with the sky.

I am sorry
if I did anything to hurt you.
You mean so much to me.
But I cannot face this,
cannot be torn in two.
And no one can divide me.

There is only me,
Here before you.
Heart weighed down,
can't bear this burden.

Why the cold shoulder?
I am here, but no one said a word,
as I stood at your side.
My circle is vast,
not every piece fits together.
Yet I crave peace,
a right to love.

I melt
As your silence
Moves through air,
Aswim, blissful movement
And a kiss beside the sea,

Like a bloom
Of spring-summer night,
Bursts forth, your heart,
Showers of petals and dewdrops,
A beautiful surrender,
Before the sunset
Shall wither
A gift so pure.