Stepping Out

Let me imagine running beside you
until you can't distinguish me from the trees

We'll fracture the prism and step out
to find a new way to bend light

Let me be the lover
willing to replace what you have forgotten

Waiting For The Gift

A loom has no end
but the breath of man
we lay our designs theatrically
pretend a deeper meaning for our dances
and sing above the din of death
as though there is a relevance for decay

I court you without touching
the possibility of your love on edge

Tapestry

some seize beauty as a trophy
and ignore the light within
never feeling the true fire of love
that heat which weaves a mellow tapestry
spending forth into the dream night
without ever burning the seams

Pleiades

we pray to wake to a transcendent trust
a love as moist as tears
and feel into each others secret places
without the bite of condescension
willing to risk our fragility
and avoid the fate of the Pleiades