The shadows of the passing strangers (April 30, 2010)

The shadows of the passing
strangers belonged to
my other future.
I stood awaiting them.
They went about as though spirit
from the window broken.
into the deserted foreground
time curved
Something certain disappeared

A few hours stolen

In the flurry of seldom (April 29, 2010)

in the flurry of seldom
we will manage with empty,
following the imaginary perhaps
for the sake of lost gratitude
for there is much that is

still right

Upon the table (April 28, 2010)

upon the table
earthenware jugs,
clean and bare
The smell of honey
a lengthened time
Slow to pass.
like a last
veiled secret
embroidered with

curiosity

The restless evening wind (April 27, 2010)

the restless evening wind
shuffled the whispering leaves
with a promised soothing.
still the figure of the phantom
arrived here, drawn by wonder
and slowly inch-by-inch
encircled the room,
it was a gaze
innocent and exiled
a beautiful unobtainable

Sometimes the noise of many words (April 26, 2010)

sometimes the
noise of many words
a parade of utterance and
the flurry of translation
disappearing in the wind
at last a sudden hush
thoughts revealed
in search of language

Do not forget

Come, quick (April 25, 2010)

Come, quick
a glimpse of elegance
the look of the gathered mist,
at the edge of the unbroken plains,
even now a melancholy land
and this soft fleeting morning,

is the last verse offered

The river still (April 24, 2010)

the river still.
leaving nothing
to unwind,
Should I have forseen
such a long gracious gravity
there will be no more singing
only a parted slightly
as though anything

can be explained

From the awakening earth (April 23, 2010)

from the awakening earth.
The smell of spring
here sometimes there
everything is momentary

then gone

The night pressed thicker (April 22, 2010)

The night pressed thicker
an elegant black
gathered up stone
until at last the river
silk ribbons of starlight
a lingered moment,

a parting silence.

In the mirrors of the marble gardens (April 21, 2010)

in the mirrors of
the marble gardens,
empty in the early morning
I encountered
the arrival of the
prince of pale reflecting
a trace of starlight,

ever so faintly

A messenger emerged (April 20, 2010)

a messenger emerged
flushed with instance,
it was umber
come I have
the strength of stones
and a torrent
of shivered memories
stretched with
the echo of

several centuries.

Sometimes a glistened green (April 19, 2010)

sometimes
a glistened green
the remains of reds
meanwhile revelry.
pulsate with life
Soon whirling

overwhelming

Your theory of the conjured up countryside (April 18, 2010)

your theory of the
conjured up countryside
the very thing blueberry
Now tell me about the
arrowheads of longing
growing up between
those broken

branches

Late in the day (April 17, 2010)

Late in the day
after dark
end with wild excitement
try anything funny
have the things to burn
behind the disused staircase
welcome from
condemned to a blinded vigilance
I have no strict orders

I am from the wilderness.

Smiling sunny from side to side (April 16, 2010)

Smiling sunny
from side to side
then made for sadness
where is that
pieced together
reunion with the
unquenchable,
a long time puzzle

yet unfinished

Tell me about (April 15, 2010)

Tell me about
the scarlet clusters
like the
blackened blood
of the ancestors.

Over and over (April 14, 2010)

Over and over
counting the
panorama of possessions
surely I
have forgotten the
present homecoming
the deepening endless

always there

Before following this strange and surging river (April 13, 2010)

before following
this strange and surging river
choose a perfect compass course
and keep my nearness
silent for awhile
as a wayward waiting
I am a far corner
on the map
tracking the line

of uncertainty.

in a sudden thirst for unfamiliar (April 12, 2010)

in a sudden thirst
for unfamiliar,
bundle of a mass of twigs
sneak through cracks
weaving warm and quiet
with pleasure and surprise
find further pinpoints of
a blinding vivid blue
keep it smiling
loosely lightly
watching waiting
until the beginning

last moment

I am in a still grateful place (April 11, 2010)

I am in a
still grateful place
sleeping into silence
your nearness alongside,
through the air of the
cloudless blue-black, night

remember my smile

At first there were empty surroundings (April 10, 2010)

At first there were
empty surroundings
not even a secret
glance traced
on the map, but
I was alive
discovering new land;
days in a precarious hope
so different
so many miles

so long ago

We have taken different roads (April 9, 2010)

we have taken different roads
and our shadows left no trace
when we journey
quietly along and face to face
until the last and lingered gates
will you wait here first along
at last together.
all that you desire is waiting

and within.

Live by hope (April 8, 2010)

live by hope
beyond the window.
be curious about anything
and watch
silent
reverent
changed
I am only a name.
and still
the glimpse into
this private moment
I believe I have
never seen a maze

so winding

I loved the pure air (April 7, 2010)

I loved the pure air
the wilderness of not talk.
Sliding across smooth stones,
on either side a rushing torrent
the shadows lifted
The sound came
and paused again,
a little cry of caught from fallen
so soon.
the silver morning rising
seized by that wondering what

I could have wept

I wish to return to wander (April 6, 2010)

I wish to return
to wander
how deeply beloved
This slower tempo,
a plaintive whisper
unmoving lips.
it might have been
The light in the room
the tale is a long unfolded
my thoughts burning captive,
glowing wise.
I am only nothing more

And hoping to begin

What of the gently twisting candles (April 5, 2010)

What of the gently
twisting candles,
fantastic in the night
the light a Yawning silence,
like Solitude
down the hollow corridors,
I will wait, alone,
on the long winding stairway
until the last lonely night
is made helpless

by the dawn.

I followed further around (April 4, 2010)

I followed further around
and suddenly smiled
the spectacle of raspberries
and a bright blue door.
respond to finding
go and tell
soon this deeply golden
once

is as endless lost.

I left puzzled (April 3, 2010)

I left puzzled
the scent of something,
swept past.
scarlet geraniums
curiously bright

in the gray light of dawn

strange how the forest (April 2, 2010)

strange how the forest
was shimmering with silence
and all things spirit
the shadow across the age
stood waiting.
whitened with apprehension.
Then an echo, the color red

It turned out to be fire

before dawn (April 1, 2010)

before dawn,
this very delicately day
by instinct fell
nearby still, and fresh.
reassuringly familiar,
leaves were limping
losing color,
I gave thought an emptying
then dropped to a resting place
until the sun became

a huge enormous