"Falls of Amethyst"
The gentle mist of a pale waterfall,
cast from a full moon, white Arabian mane so tall,
of magic drops from an unimaginable past rain,
tickle onto our lips like sugar from cane.
You and I move in the wind like souls.
Rapids sparkle white from below.
White-noise sound from the bank of the trees,
swaying blacker black silouettes into the eve.
Only oyster shell shades in this night do I see,
save for the ruffling shimmer in your violet sleeves.
Sky dark grey filled with stars,
how I scan for one moving, which could be ours.
Cool mystic forces onto my face.
Trail vanishing without a trace.
Ghost of visitor's white khakis fleeting,
spiritual pools of thunderous waters beneath me.
Sky overhead, milky like my ways,
wandering to places as these for days,
keeping me looking for spiritual answers,
when all I need is of this earth, a waterfall dancer.
You help me with palms gracing the forward curtains,
of wavy-white candy stretching like cotton.
Then, present me with a gift out of the mist,
of moonglow-lit eyes, your arms, and Falls of Amethyst.
"Thru the River Trees"
In the Middle
The Pebbles divide and collect
on an island of shiny circles
one near the water shimmers
and rattles off kilter
gray and blue the river hues
And among the island, bleached
branches and tall canopys
the water sifts thru
between the River Trees
like my hands in your hair do
Across making my way
Stepping on Roots
Curled like String
Tangled Yet Strong
Enough to Walk on
Holding my path with your hand
Points and smooth tree
Bark washed and gone
Down river the Ocean
Drift wood is resting on
Like your bough in my life
Grass and Bush rife
Water rushes with ease
Thru the River Trees
"The Coincidence of Night"
An almost half moon swallows my coffee.
The only white from this neon city.
And of all the lights
that rise and then set --
familiar words on the glass,
just a name, the place we met.
From the cafe on the corner,
to us it speaks timeless.
At this hour everything seems to
shout out from calmness.
A street light -- red, green, orange.
Dancing reflections, rain and the waitress pours.
Out on the street twisting words.
Wet black coal mirrors,
two hours into morning,
waves of luminous tears.
A river of black pearls.
And amid this spectacle
alone on its' way;
an umbrella spinning from below,
Red Origami.
Lantern of Light.
I stand up to see
happenstance not far from sight.
Night brings together
two of the same,
clean slate on the earth,
two points on a plane.
And so make a line
that draws toward each other,
to the same place in time
we see one another.
Some miracle of chance,
your face in the light,
of this City of quiet reflections,
the Coincidence of Night
"Softness and Light"
Come hold my arm across me
With both hands and all your might
Because you are to me a softness
You are to me a light
Of brightness sparkling and divine
The brush of your hair is kind,
Like a ribbon
Is around a glass of Wine.
On toes you whisper me your breath
Words I see as I turn to my left
Soft and Light lashes of white
Make everything to you seem bright
Spinning like a Flower
Like Dolphins in the Water
You dance the gentleness of night
That's how you are to me
Softness and Light
"Hawaiin Rain"
I'm here breathing of Oceans and fields.
Can see for miles in this clean air,
the island is completely revealed.
In the green
In the rain
In the rows of sugarcane.
Bathing in the Hawaiin haze
Pretty glints from a friend of mine
Standing on a mountain of time
Taking it in
Pacific Dusk
Tearing it open
Sweet center under husk
In the green
In the Rain
In the Rows of Sugarcane
Sitting in a reddened bus
Peering out green paned windows
Held together
Rusted by the darkest blue ocean
and blackest lava forever
Like the lines of cane fields
Where for miles one can walk
Off the complicated city thoughts
Get set back away awhile
Bring out a forgotten smile
In the green
After the Rain
In the rows of Sugarcane
"This Small Wind"
This small wind that brings me to you
This large world has much to do
Laughter breezes away on a leaf
Flashes lightly by your quiet cheek
Brushed by a tickle of sun
Feeling like this does not often come
So in the open square of grass
You let the narrow streetcar pass
To stop and breath it all in
the gentleness of this small wind
How I would come to meet you
And share how the large world can bring
two together tied by the ebb and flow
of nature's weather wonderful
This small wind that brings me to you
How fortunate I am that we soon
shall meet upon a whim,
by the forces unseen
on this small wind
"Yosemite"
Dark Gray in the far sky
Above the god sent light
burning a windmill to turn
with all of its might
In the middle uniform fields
of glowing tan wheat
Pale like straw of hair
and long as a girl I'd meet
In the Village at late May
A friend tells me snow fell
but doesn't stay
Turns to light sprinkle
Towards the high hill
White on Top
Waterfalls spill
Smell of pine and dust in rain drops
Meeting people
Happy in a cabin
Small as a room with bunked beds
jammed in
Singing, dancing, bobbing heads
Just lights among the forest floor
Some four thousand feet beneath
Glacier rocks silhoueted by moonlight soar
Sorround and protect
the nature below
Listen to the falls roar
Pound onto rocks louder then quiet
Then sounds moments more
Like an ice water faucet.
"Peaceful"
You are as Peaceful
As the River goes by the Stone.
You are as Quiet
As the Mountain Top is Alone.
Your Movements are Graceful
Like the Wind on the Land.
Your Gaze is as Pure
As the Whites in the Sands.
You are as Gentle
As Rain on a Leaf.
Is there Someplace as Beautiful
Where You and I could Meet?
"Panamint Valley"
The road before and below us
Straight but one kink infinite
Disappears to a dot in the salt
Ghost town brought on by sulfer air
But that's ahead, and we're still here
Under the rain shadow of mountains
that bring drought and death around
But this valley is teaming with
yellow perfect slanting hills
Warm Fans Aluvial
You could see anyone from any distance,
If there were ones besides us,
A splash of dust and in any instant,
Jets come over to play with cars,
Like they were toys in their yard.
Rows of Mesquite Wide and Deep
Sediment drawn to the center
Distances seem like forever
Sloping ever so softly
We'll rest here in Pamamint Valley
"Again"
This very second
It's like you to know
What I am thinking
I don't want you to go
And this very minute
I want you to see
Again for this time
What you mean to me
Tomorrow I need you
And want you to see
What it feels like again
Why we're meant to be
What it means to us both
What it can be like
So I'm asking you again
Give this one more try
How we knew nothing
On that peaceful night
No prejudice
Just an instance decision
We should say something
That this could be right
We should trust in each other
We should trust in ourselves
We should be together
There is nothing else
No one can stop us
From being one again
Let's just be ourselves
Like there is no end
How you make the waves turn to glass
And the clouds disappear
How you make the wind stop
And the sun's out again
You dissolve all my fear
Of my soul that was cloudy
Of my heart that's a mess
Now I feel it again
You let me see nothing less
"The Blue is all Gone"
Sea of amazement.
Skylight of calm.
See what this day's meant;
the blue is all gone.
White casts no shadows
on your parted hair,
like waves on the ocean
had from clouds before.
Light weaves down between
your hair in my hand.
Pure like a gull,
white gloss on the strands.
Water turns from below,
gentle like curls,
or waves on the foam.
Blankets of calm,
the ocean is home.
Flashes like snow.
Salt on your arm.
Softening elbows.
Shoulders of warm.
Toes in the sand.
Shadows no more.
Love line of light,
tall as the palms.
Your hand dotted with white,
the Blue is all Gone
"You Know How to Listen"
I love the way
You know how to listen.
You look patiently,
you pause when I sermon.
I interrupt,
I don't know why.
You wait again.
You just listen.
I talk about my silly things.
You gaze in wonder
like it's everything.
The window stops
from rolling down.
You hold the handle
and I look upon--
this gentle passenger,
the moment is yours.
Stolen from the noises
of the outside world.
To find silence in this--
space between the seats.
You bend your hair back
away from your cheek,
and over your ear.
Awaiting my words,
you lean in to hear.
When how I feel is in the air.
But if for some reason
you are not clear.
Or if a suprise
to know why I am here.
That I love you,
quiet you.
I tell you for certain.
Because you listen.
I know by your eyes,
you know how to listen.
"Still Life"
You Look at Me With
Colors of a Still Life.
Eyes Bright as Moons at Midnight.
Rarest Blue in Crashing Waves of White,
I Toss in Curls of Your Open Gaze
Tonight. What Can My Dream Mean?
Is What We Know on a Balancing Beam?
Pretty Young Delivery of Roses
White and Circling Should I
Send you Rows of?
Picket Fences and Green Lawn,
Little Red House at Dawn,
A Vessel of Our Vines Entwined.
Still as Life
And Together Divine.
"Calm"
You sit calm,
book in palm.
Your spectacles bring me to silence,
placed halfway down a glance.
Your eyebrows curled,
knees up in leisure,
one hand taps on your temples,
holding me in a trance.
The other just holds
a book of simple pleasures,
sitting calm as the hour
goes by so slow. But to you,
you need not even wrinkle your nose.
Time passes with ease and no
commitments. Just serene.
I watch you for a second,
like forever it seems.
And then I find that
time spent with you is like
lying on a leaf,
swirling in an eddy,
diving on a reef,
slowly floating around the corners,
looking up at the trees.
Sometimes though,
the leaf gets stuck in a kink,
and evenually,
she gets up and looks around,
puts her glasses and book down,
and decides to get something to drink.
"the Color of your Eyes"
I can hardly describe
the Color of your Eyes.
Brown, hazel, chestnut,
surrounded by white,
I cannot describe
your eyes in the light.
Fighting for each glance,
you dance with your gaze.
Chocolate recesses,
I'm deep in a haze.
I wish I could remember,
but I can't describe,
the strenth that I find;
all that in your eyes.
Lashes orbit around
your planet-sized eyes.
Like moons of Jupiter.
Like stars in the sky.
Made a wish to describe
your place in my life.
I cannot describe
the Color of your Eyes.
The color I think
is cinnamon brown.
Go well perfectly,
the white of your gown.
Your hair is so dark
and contrasts, you see,
to your pearl white skin,
how bright you are to me.
Wish I could see through
large obsidian pupils,
surrounded again
by such perfect circles.
The gems that I see
are translucent like dates.
And when the light's low,
how they dialate.
Lashes out to the sky.
Fanning dark-brown wet branches.
Set back in my mind,
black pearl of glances.
A dimple from below
pops up and goes.
I can't even tell you,
I'm lost in your glow.
Sometimes I try taking it in.
Fathom too much,
a chuckle, a grin.
Your heart I can't touch.
Words in my memory don't last.
The color of thoughts towards me,
is what I'm trying to grasp.
The color is vague,
as beige as your feelings.
I wish they were black and white,
and not so conceiling.
Like this photo of you,
I keep in my mind.
But just shades do develop,
and no colors I find.
Now if I could see
inside like a case.
Your secrets revealed.
Your thoughts on a plate.
I'd know I'd found you,
made sense of my time.
You're more than an image,
a face on my mind.
Then in an instance I see;
your glance from the side.
Like truffles unwrapping,
your eyes so alive.
And once and for all,
I can surely describe,
the truth that I see,
all that in your eyes.
"Tree"
Happy is the Tree
Who's limbs shout so high
With roots that are strong
Arms touching the light
Balanced in the scenery
Leafs soon to be gone
Rounded tops
Colored leafs
Fall
In less than a week
Happy is the tree
Who bends in the wind
for the rigid one's fall
a crack in a limb
Tossing brances
Falling leafs
Oh what a sight
Gone in less than one week
"Closer in the Distance"
The horizon is bright,
yet I see you there.
A mile away from me,
you flow without care.
Way out in the distance,
I know that it's you.
And I can just barely see
your dress of pale blue.
Like no other one,
your walk bends this way.
Your arms out in front of you,
like they know the way.
Closer in the distance,
I know you this way.
Atleast from a distance,
from a mile I'd say.
How I know that it's you,
like no other one.
And how I believe in you.
way off in the sun.
And out in the distance,
I know you too well.
Atleast from a distance,
I know you're the one.
How I know that it's you,
coming my way.
And how your arms fall,
how they turn and sway.
I know it's a start,
I hope you can see
I wish you were more
than so far from me.
No - I can't smell your hair,
but I know that it's black
And I can't see your eyes
from so far in the back.
So this is the hard part,
but I know that it's right.
How I know that it's you
in such a bright light.
But I want you to know,
with your very own eyes,
what I'm like up close,
what this could be like
Now I can hardly wait,
you're steps from me now.
And I'm glad I know you
from a distance out.
Like no other one,
and no other place.
Atleast from a distance,
how I know your face.
Now there's no more distance.
We're in the same place.
I knew you from a distance,
from some far out space.
Closer in the distance,
not sure I can say,
atleast from a distance,
how it's better this way.
Closer in the distance,
I know you this way,
perhaps another sunrise
may bring a new day.
"You held a note for me"
You left me holding a note
Let the wind carry it away
Let it live in the sky
Let it rest in a cloud
Let it dream around awhile
You left a note at my door
I let it lie on the floor
Let the movers move on it
Let it in the fire be lit
Let it be no more
You hold a note for me
Like a drop of memory
Just let it sit
Like the laundry list
Time Forgotten -
At the turn of a wrist.
You let your voice fade from me
The Silence that brings me to tears
You've been talking all this time
But you've been quiet for years
You held a note for me
Something about not giving enough I see
I should have noticed then
You never held the door for me
But held a note for all to see
Carry it away
Carry it and leave
You held a note for me
With words far away
You held a note for me
With words I can not say
Carry it away
Carry it away
"You, Me, In a Hammock"
Sitting by your side,
cozy on a hammock.
Rope frayed and fickle,
keeping one eye on it.
Shoulders ruffle, you tickle,
snow falls on your nose.
Native American sweater,
a mix-match of clothes.
Sandals of leather,
bare legs, warm mittens.
Smelling of heather,
shorts in the winter.
Goosebumps and dimples,
laughing you do,
forehead a wrinkle,
beanie of blue.
Freckles as tiny
as bubbles of wine,
not the one you drink,
but sparkling like mine.
Feet pointing in,
30, 40 degrees.
An elbow down almost
touching my knees.
Your hair curls in front,
twilled up in a weave.
Now I move closer,
you hold on to my sleeve.
The rope untwirls us fast,
snaps off of the tree.
We seem to be falling,
on down to the leaves.
Embarrassed and clumbsy,
we seem to be caught,
you and me in a hammock,
all tied up in knots.
"Wandering"
Wandering, her name was May,
Kicking up a dune, her hair
astray like yellow Easter
basket nests
dizzy in her bourbon haze
The wind blows sand drifts
along the gray Eucalyptus leaf of
a street. Bank to the left with
the shifter near a bare knee
in fifth
and the warm from the black
painted heat back
sunshine through glass
like the warm winter's hat
she used to wear around her
ears. Hand on the outside of
the door feels like a nap
coming on she says leaning
her head back on the rest
hot wind so wild your words
seem quiet and drift like the
sand that turns into the road
like a snake weaves on a trail
bound by pale leaves of
rows of green onions
under clouded skys from above
wandering we make our way
some Summer day
wandering like a day
just wandering
"The Falling of the Night"
This Valley Wind
That Comes Over
Turns all Around Me
Cool Like Your Walk
Warm like the Eyes
You had Before
The Fence Off the Road
Once Had a Break
Into a Field
Of Openness and Space
But Now is Tied and Closed
How I miss your Face
While you're here I barely see you
Your Smile has gone
Taken by the Wind
What Fears you have Inside
So far from this Place
Why I can't even hear you
Tracing our steps
I try to uncover
What you just live to hide
Smoke and Mirrors
Are all that we can conjure
Your feelings are gone
Like the truths
You speak to me.
The Flowers in their Youth
Seem complete and Inviting
But beneath are the roots
That trip me in the open
Like the lies I cannot see.
The turning Leaf
Tells me the Season's changin'
The sky and the trees
Change Yellow to Red
The Burning Fields
Turn from Golden to Blackened
And I dream it all green
Like those Spring days again
My eyes go dark
to the flame
You once provided
The candles turn out
From a wind that blocks the light
The Sun goes down
My love's no longer guided
And We Wander
Cold in Darkened Trails
In the Falling of the Night.
"Grassfire"
Grass waves like torrents,
misguided like sin.
Brush fire turns orange,
and burns from within.
Flat valley of tundra,
broken by inlets.
Gray water is safe
for a flocks of egrets.
Dust devils circle,
pull up all the leaves.
Smoke finds a hurdle,
and its tendrils still weave.
Fire approaching.
Brown hares leap about.
Morning turns to evening,
the sun is blocked out.
Flames swirl like marble,
thunder clangs from above.
Rain mists down the land,
smothering fire like a glove.
Nature is this director
tells the cast where to go,
sets all the props up,
then steals the show.
"Water Temple"
There are these ten columns,
of great stoney height,
over blue rushing water,
rapids in white.
You are running around them,
playing hide and go seek.
Half your body behind,
and your head takes a peek.
Rounding the columns,
spinning between,
the throws of our voices,
and the water it seems.
You stop solemn,
sit down in the center
holding your knees,
like they will spill away you
as the water beneath.
I run toward you around,
the columns of these.
See wind in your hair,
look around at the trees.
And smiling again,
look down through the grate,
of the cool rushing water
from a distant glass lake.
Under these columns
we seem so at ease.
At a Water Temple,
made with columns from Greece.
In the middle of nowhere
found this place today.
Then found each other
and a new place to play.
"Wipers on Delay"
Your life is like
Wipers on Delay.
You treat me as a drop of rain,
like a tear on the glass,
a sprinkle on the pane.
You bump into me,
brush me off like hair full of grass.
What are you waiting for?
Why must time pass?
I'm stuck in a haze,
with your silly games,
your timing is so much like
Wipers on Delay.
What will you do,
if today it should rain?
Stop on the road?
Hope it will fade?
Watch for the lights,
from some passer by?
To guide you through fog,
Windshield from the Sky?
What shall you do,
when my love turns away?
The sky may be bright then,
but you're hidden away.
How will you catch up,
in times of dismay?
My wheels cannot stop for you,
Wipers on Delay.
"Jello Cubes"
I'm falling
Flipping with your Jello Cubes
Holiday
Ringing spoon of your
Clumbsy mood
White tablecloth
Warm bread
Red
Reflections of you
In your Jello Cubes
Wine and your faces
In this group of wriggling tubes
On a silver setting places
This platter graces
This table with you
I've got all Aces
Poker faces
Crystal vases
E.A.S.
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