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
as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away
the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand
–
walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine
no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready
shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky
nervously sitting
in the theatre next to him
thighs almost touching
–
peacocks
dancing in the
monsoon rains
black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls
–
a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard
when I’m in shadow
you pull me into the light
and show me the sun
–
old driftwood
a salamander
basking
after the bowl sings
so peacefully sits the monk
in meditation
–
calm water
reflective of
inner peace
unable to sleep
in what used to be our home
Feeling your echo
–
labyrinthine walls
reflecting back
your hollow voice
blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light