February 2016 – Page 2

Rising from my tea
White threads of heady vapor
Clear the dross of sleep

Dusk in the forest
Eerie tendrils of blue light
Draw me in deeper

Smoky music seeps
Through these thin apartment walls
And pools in my ears

A lone sandpiper
Sings his call into the wind
Out across the shoals

Salt hangs in the mist
The bell from a channel buoy
Guiding me back home

A lazy Sunday
You, dozing on the white couch
Lovely as ever

We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many

Heat searing the dunes
Visions of water beckon
Far in the distance.

Ripples of dreams lap
Against the shores of the night
Lulling me to sleep

Weightless in the sky
The rim of a silver cup
Spilling out the night