Hamadryad

as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have

high in the branches
she watches him
ride away

Rescue

the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand

walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine

Rebirth

no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return

nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready

Colors

shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm

frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky

Courtship

nervously sitting
in the theatre next to him
thighs almost touching

peacocks
dancing in the
monsoon rains

Humanity

black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls

a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard

Aura

when I’m in shadow
you pull me into the light
and show me the sun

old driftwood
a salamander
basking

Tranquility

after the bowl sings
so peacefully sits the monk
in meditation

calm water
reflective of
inner peace

Rebound

unable to sleep
in what used to be our home
Feeling your echo

labyrinthine walls
reflecting back
your hollow voice

Orlando

blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be

midnight-
groping for
the light