Friday, June 27, 2008

2003

What were you doing
Running through the grass
Flutter through the reeds
Bring the leaves to sand
Bring our ships to solid land
And ride the waves to shore
Follow down the path
Look off into evermore

We sink and slip and laugh
Until our faces hurt too hard
And inhale a salty gasp
We forgot we'd lost our breath
Kiss with tiny little rocks
Sticking cross our cracking lips
Brushing grains off sandy cheeks
When yours are meeting mine

I brought a picnic lunch!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

2004

All along the wispy mountain
Breathing, awkward peasants
Laying down the boards
Marking our defenses
The walls are made of stone
International intestines
A head and heart of white
And pillars praying on

Where now are the rafters?
The trees have but to come
Crashing - crashing down
To break their hold on us
May sun rise wet with lightness
And scent caress the morn'
The rain will pour for hours
But dryness bursts the doors

We have but our whispers
And tales to entertain
But what if stories, ever boring
Could walk, and talk, and play?
What's left among the legacy
It's lasting past the rocks
The feet that fill the weaves and will
Of double layered socks

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Two of Three

Dismal satisfaction
To pant at unknown chance
It breathes down my neck
Feel such lack of emptiness
Warmth and light
Cloak and dark
Dampening our skin
Finger floating larks

Backseat regards
To lightly graze your skin
Playful banters cross our cheeks
They tickle deep within
Talk of night
Time and space
The frothy summer air
Humbled resting place

It washed over me
I could not lift my lips
Though I think it's safe to say
I've never felt like this
So soon, so safe
So lost in her eyes
A passionate mystery
I cannot even describe

Sunday, June 1, 2008

2002

The window fog is cold
I breathe a frosty scar
Mistaking the speedometer
As brilliant as the stars
The road we ride is humming
My forehead on the glass
Every bump is shaking
The landmarks that we pass

I smile; don't forget to think
This time goes much to fast
Enjoying trips from place to place
Just doesn't seem to last
Yet in a haze I slip away
And forget that I am dreaming
All the people working hard
Whiz by while I am sleeping