restore

strange winds
dreaming of long veils
morning doses
delivered with patience
and little flowers
we lifted from the neighbors
will bloom like sunspots
will burn my skin

breathing
watching from the doorway
and light seeps in slowly
it pauses and preens
philosopher, stone drunk
knows just what i mean

apoplepsy

when sweet fear
wills me to fall
i wait in this house
alone
from star to downy star
i balance and control
i will not hold on tight
i will not hold at all

time and tomorrow
wait in this house
they hang their happy heart on the wind
dusty blithe spirit
that knows no return
wrestles with angels
who have led it to this place

i will create my peace
i alone
am
this dream
bound by words and blood
remember to forget
there is only one

and what we stand on
wills to decay
(and all this good earth fall away)
and butter feet and yellow wheat
will steal this heat
will always stay
remember this
and fly away

in your room

watching from the corner
supporting myths of archetypes
i step up against the great wave
i swallow the sea

wash your feet in honey wine
and
dance across this open heart
slow and mysterious
the light behind the window
there is only one

calla

it all went white
i stop to sleep before
it grabs me by the eyes
and restless mouths
define a niche
between the lines

i thought i told you

half a lifetime away
i am small and still afraid
i am nowhere near the me
chasing letters on the street
watching systems fail and gasp
while the just and righteous sleep
who are not too dead to dream
who are always within reach
waiting just around the corner
from the heart of which i speak

of who i sing
of where and weary
of ambivalence and worry
i slow release (as madmen scurry
through their morning paper ritual)
do passers by annoint my eyes
and breathe me in like honey
please
enjoy the wine of make believe
fermented fruit of hope
sprouts
seeds
of change
the sea
you've been
to want
in this world

collide us both

deferred to wit
or without last nights
mount and climb
who heard
one thought
declared insight and ran spinning
even your impediment
never understands the depth of action
shallow speech or winter moon
impala racing from a strangled blue evening
when the rush comes i am almost afraid
when the spirit roams family waters part
forget mean odds or ill spent days
the blinding stares of desperate truths
as judgement fades i am your fruit
as sweet as rain
as soft as new

blue canoe

before you leave
with open teeth and eyes that weep
and arms that hold the mountains sweeps
around my open loss of speech
with old familiar cuts that bleed
into a cup of courage steeps
a sip or two of lemon tea
and whispers of eternity
will follow you home
next to me

regarding nightingales

for a second i
almost slip into a dream
sun comes in smiling

how can i
with walls this sturdy
let it go?

when the morning comes
i am slow to rub my eyes
let memories fade

everything i am
is just another song of
your pure angel heart

keep it clean
because what we know
will serve us

this bright soul
this laughter, this bliss
also fades

so hold on a while
keep it sacred, keep it sweet
pineapples, mangoes.....

crow

who gave you the words
that shine down like rain
that wail and whisper
in other ways

will you drive me home
or lock me away
because i am too strong
to recognize fear?

this is not what it looks like
so close your eyes
and drink deep your heart
who knows you have forgotten

sing an old song with me
who am i to disagree?

red car

miracle girl
you are ripe to feel
more welcome in this place
walk alone for a moment
swallow the sun

on your way down
dreamember
when you saw it for the first time
when you were swept away
from what you know
and began to learn
the myth of limits

accept possibility
and we are yours