Wednesday, August 26, 1992

With power, his muscles move
like ocean currents beneath
the tide; I watch him sleep,
wishing I could ease the
pain troubling his sober,
sleeping brow; I question
love; What man lies pale
and sick before my eyes?
Crouching beast
Facing stone, and
Eyes staring straight
At me

A low-hung growl
And it moves -
Graceless, efficient
Intent

The silent world
Of well-lit night
His eyes glow in
The dark
Here, again, we meet at
crossroads
points of
Turning - a coming of age

Two thousand years (twenty-
seven
life-
times) spent in childhood

This older man we seek
with a
woman
And a span of years to breathe

I cannot live your life
anymore
simply
Living no longer fills the void

The cycle is to continue, as I
move to
middle-
Age. Children grasp for power

Saturday, August 8, 1992

You told me once to wait
On golden shores
And in the frozen north

You told me soon
The lovestruck days
Would rouse me from
My tired bed

Seashells twine
Upon the shore
The sun has lied

The restless moon
Will love me
While I wait.

Tuesday, August 4, 1992

We are bound
By space and years.
Miles have bridged the distance;
And coincidence?

A pretty coat of karma.
Lost conqueror
You have invaded
me
the last territory
Virgin to the world
You have plundered
Through and now you
sleep

Monday, July 27, 1992

I have lost the way to sleep, my love
That I was tired is a memory
You are gone, without me
And I am left with
Only vague descriptions of nothing
And a wounded heart

Thursday, June 4, 1992

PEACE (POP)

no chance of snow
today
Jerusalem, though,
is quiet -- I want
to buy a share of
Quiet sleep

the deserts and beaches
are covered in Blood-
red
cherry ice-cream; my
body aches for your
Cold hands

Wrap carefully around
you say
what Treasure does your
tongue belie -- would
you Sell me yours;
summer comes

in heat there is no light
in heat there is no life
Cool off, take a break
rings the Bell
buy a stick of quiet
cold; in peace,
take me

Tuesday, June 2, 1992

BLUE LINE HOME

cavernous descent of man
We fall like only gods

As if the sky and sun were dead
and Only corrupt
forever sterile light
sprays shadows towards Heavens
never seen

The belly of the snake is full
What eternal sleep do closed eyes find

I try but cannot rest
to See the cloud-choked sky
and Feel the gentle train-born wind
slip back among the baffled ruins
and Place the quiet Earth beneath my feet

Monday, June 1, 1992

RETURN, RETURN

to Anna

pieces of my heart lie
crystal in the morning light
I am clinging to the wind,
and rain; clinging,
hanging in the air for you
Time is slow and
sunlight dusty
curtains close the day
children play when
you are gone
Sleep, my love
sleep, and I will
find my heart
tomorrow

Monday, May 18, 1992

THOUGHTS ON MAN

And I must leave, with you
For day is closing fast
A waterfall, and tear
Suspended on the skies
Lightening strikes, another time
We live; storm wind blows
Follow me, the raindrop cries

WINDBLOWN

The world is calling, quietly
Come home, my child, come home
Ignoring her is folly
For she alone is real; all this
With you and me, a passing thought
Think not, you say, but
Kiss me now, before I wake

Saturday, May 16, 1992

COME HOME

And I am left alone
A zephyr on still water
You are a looking glass
But I am wind, you see
Beyond, and through me
The stars are calling quietly
To those that cannot reach

NIGHTFALLS

A tear sings
Above the thunder in my heart
The waterfall is close
My face is stained with it
Night closes in
With orange and black and you
Are here, alone, with me

IMMORTAL SKIES

Falling from the storm
I am painted on the skies
I am free of you, and follow
I fall with you, and fly
Lightening strikes
Too soon our storm is over
A tear, the raindrop sings

TIBERIUS REFLEX

Remember me, the raindrop cries
And strikes the rising land
The river-god is drunken
The water falls too deep
Rest now, my shallow love, with me
Away, away, and sleep
Too soon a storm is near
A moment suspended in the air
Remember me, the raindrop cries
Falling from the storm
A tear sings
And I am left alone
The world is calling, quietly
And I must leave, with you

Monday, April 20, 1992

Take this heart; it has been broken.
Take this dream I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my heart away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.

And as long as you love me,
So will I love you.
For I love you without limits:
This is what I want from you.

Take this dream; it has been broken.
Take this life I've been living without you.
I thought I'd never give my love away
Until you came into my life,
And I gave my heart to you.

Friday, April 17, 1992

Life garbs me in her yellow way,
Wrapping me in saffron cloth
And topaz set in palest gold.
Your eyes are the sky
Reflected in the sea,
And I am the dancing sun.
You rise in the cresting wave for me;
I fall to you in the sunset:
Our kiss is the end of day.

Thursday, April 9, 1992

ENGRAVED IN STONE:
two eternal gods

Morning grows full,
Pregnant with the sun
Until the day breaks
And shadows free the dawn.

The light is early;
The angel's face smiles,
And we have loved
In the night, long ago,
And lost awhile in sleep.

You are my god
And my refuge
And I find rest
In your eternal arms.

Saturday, April 4, 1992

CHRISTOPHER

I WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD OF MEN
AND WOMEN
LEAVE AND NOT RETURN
NOT HEED THE CALL TO LIFE

but this is not for me
not yet, at least, not yet
after this, will i move on?

THE WALLS OF FEAR AND DEATH
COLLAPSE
I AM REGARDED SANE BY
THOSE THAT DO NOT KNOW ME

i am old. the weight of
age is heavy, but i must
bear the burden to be free.

I WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD OF MEN
AND DEATH
AGE AND NOT RETURN
but i must bear this burden to be free

Sunday, March 29, 1992

Your darkness tells me
What my eyes would never see
(Though some pale light
still shows you, gaunt)
The night air hangs on you
Intoxicating, wild and lean

Saturday, March 28, 1992

These are hollow moments-
When the clock is slow,
And I watch away my life...

These are hollow dreams,
Knife-sharp jabs at reality:
Create or be created...

These are hollow lives
I live with much conviction;
The weight of sleep is maddening
and heavy on my brow...

Wednesday, March 25, 1992

I am held inside your darkness
Suspended by a streetlight
Listening for your labored step
upon the stair

You are warm beneath me
I am asleep, content
Listening to your labored breath
upon the air

Tuesday, March 24, 1992

There is an emptiness
without you;
There is a presence missing
when you're gone.
The car is cold
and lonely
But the radio is my friend;
music fills the emptiness
When I am held in silence
without you.