Azure

the sky, blue and white
crashes into me
like waves above my head
and I heard the sound
of cymbals

looking up, an Angel
staring back at me proclaimed -
this is the day The Lord has made
the sun after a storm
is all that I can promise

i've seen the future and i'm in it

speckled lavender skies
punctuate me
tentacles from above
in silvers and grays
tell me the things
i love to hear
and hold me
bound

sweet musings of the days
captivate me
wondering out loudly
in octaves estranged
souls whispering
eternally
and hold me
bound

Catching All the Green Lights

there isn't any wonder
the space i feel inside
is filled with quite abandon
with that which i can't hide
i travel in my vortex
never losing time
i'm catching all the green lights
and never look behind

the wind is my companion
as i draft among the breeze
my smile is unconcealing
i continue on in ease
the signposts flash beside me
unencumbered i proceed
a ride beyond my troubles
to which i'll not concede

alabaster

painted shut
this old window
now shuttered
once the access
for the gold and copper

sealed over
the colour of alabaster
stark in it's brilliance
yet allowing nothing of
the ruby and orange sky

sing-songish

there is always a time and a place
to watch music dance across your face
in this living dilemma of time
we each settle for lemon not lime

as we try to conceive every way
to keep shadows from stealing our day
with the moon cutting over the sky
we're an ocean away from goodbye

and the tide settles back to be kind
leaving nothing but dreams in our mind
whether morning at noon or at night
a spell cast which can make it alright

Mantilla

Iberian influenced
Andalusia embracing the lace
attired for the Holiest of weeks
and the nights held for the bloodiest
battles of man and beast

the mantilla de aletas
adorned in glass beads, silk and velvet
Seville evenings welcoming them
lace outercoats adorned for the cool
the smooth light weaves for the warming stroll

Madrid, refined and traditional
held steadfast in protest
La Conspiracion de las Mantillas
endured in grace and elegance
ornamental smooth silken veils of beauty

speckled voyeurs

whispering is not so secret
when the breeze carries the words
as if by wing and speckled voyeur
sent to tell the tale of another
to the only ears meant to hear them

in a field or flowered roadbed
the buzzing leads you about-face
to sense the presence of another
carrying warm thoughts over heated earth
delivering only to you that which is heard

the grain of your being

Dry Tortugas, the last in a chain
of crystalline dots afloat and shifting

in temperate currents. the pink
and the white, collecting

in the swirl. the beginning
of the Stream and of the life within

as the aqua meets the purple.
the sun leaving you once more

in the current it has placed you
beneath the clashing. protecting

your form and perfecting every
granule of your being.

salvation

a funny thing, this thing we seek
in memory and in blue
attached to wings and heavens claims
we strike again renewed

expecting what most never find
in empty promise told
to hold again no more refined
and claim the smile of souls

gentleman

the muse inspired you
to cast your eyes aside
as your action invited reaction
by your interest clear

reveal yourself demure
in your stance and stride implied
for your gentleman intrigued
by your passing whimsy

blush and reflect your glance
as he follows your lead in kind
to submit without knowing
you have led him along

ask yourself, does he wonder my fancy?
or amused with you efforts
for the sake of etiquette
or the love of wanderlust alike?

explorer

navigate your way
around the obstacles hidden
within your sight to see
yet never reaching your eyes

discovery of the new and exciting
ways of your troubled mind dissolve
as pleasure and folly find you again
in the place you are standing

in the undiscovered a challenge
as frail and failing memory reveals
a waiting secret imploring you onward
to live again what you have hidden

dissuade

the heart which pumps for two
forever on a tether
long are the moments between beat
and tomorrow
as gray as your shades dissuade you
the sun also rises

Falling in 2's & 3's

i'm sorry for your departure
gravity hastening your descent
bringing me closer to my darkest day

i watch your demise
falling in 2's and 3's
a harbinger of my own darkness

your end is my beginning
crimsom gold and orange
beyond your fall I am renewed

Lobby Bar

in muted florescence
a bracelet attracts a glance
strangers alone together
apart only in inches measured
in time spent ignoring the other
together nonetheless

backlit purveyor
amused with the melding
as the two become closer
while moving away intently
separate together
eventual lovers unknown only to themselves

Dianthus

valued moody much maligned
for giving when it wants
sometimes not at all
leave me waiting
hoping even
for your show
sometimes never showing me at all
sweet william
surprise yourself
chartreuse your stem
as eyes betrayed
red your bloom
as blood
from the heart of my wishes
maybe in time
maybe today
maybe never

Pistachio

the color of your eyes
on longer, harder days
the flavor on your mind
as the summer wiled away

the letters on the marquee
enticing you inside
the image through the glass display
impossible to hide

the cool embrace and combined feel
the texture on your tongue
pistachio the salt and sweet
that only you would know

Girl on a Pedestrian Overpass

Never will we meet, you and I.
I view you from afar
Our paths cross unintentionally. Randomly.

Our schedules entwine
Unbeknownst to you
A passerby on the highway below
A blur unnoticed

I see you above me
Busy in your mode
Looking up, you pass me by
Your presence singed into my being for the day
A stranger

This morning, a dress
Floral patterned and billowing in the breeze
I rush by glancing at you
A smile crosses my face
Content with what little of you I have
With my image of you

As you walk over me
Never knowing I'm there,
I see you as if in a dream
A daily reality, which is mine alone
Unappreciated by others who never care to see the beauty there

I time your patterns
Match them to my own
Guess at what you will show me this day
This moment

Happiness comes in small measure
Self-created from a moment in time
My girl on the pedestrian overpass

Cardinal

a cardinal landed on my windowsill
just now
from flight
perched and wary

a thought crossed my mind
somehow
it's light
crimson and reminiscent of you

a smile came upon me
and now
my right
i draw a correlation anew

your neck. your posture. the color of your wounds.

Maidenhair

lay your golden blanket
at my feet
fanned and stunning
your work saved
for another time, today
for my eyes to see
my foot to tread
my ears to hear
until your shade returns again

cotton

the subtle weave of your embrace
envelopes my imagination
casting me into the fray, dream-state
thoughts of your fibrous bolls
fashioned into the things i love the most
draw me an image of your soft possibilities

pull on me with the allure of a stranger
white and coying like a well-worn heart
plush and clinging as you wrap me up
or let me down as an escape from the everyday
subject of my dark desire you gleam bright and clean
yet allow me to soil you and whet your torn edges

inspire me to depths unknown, hollow and keening
the fabric a gift-wrap waiting for a tug
the sheer bow which binds you to me loosened sharply
revealing the covered diamond hidden there
for me to take into my hand and use as my own
an invitation to pull you aside or tear you open
remains mine alone to accept or deny