Darkness
working down towards
the bottom of a bottle
searching for solace
–
after the rain-
a raven
hewn from coal
working down towards
the bottom of a bottle
searching for solace
–
after the rain-
a raven
hewn from coal
the new morning star
betrothed to the coming dawn
dancing with the moon
–
warm spring sun-
a beaming bride
under a shower of rice
staying up all night
just to fall asleep with you
and the breaking dawn
–
frogs in the trees-
rising woodsmoke
staining the sunset
it’s not who I am
this someone in the mirror
but who I became
–
a placid lake-
the moon’s watery
countenance
my bed set adrift
on an ocean of vodka
swells lapping my feet
–
whispering waves-
my head hanging
low off the bow
weary of this need
yearning to see the sun but
your throat, so tempting
–
orion’s belt-
clouds of bats
obscure the moon
a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain
–
thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting
endlessly sifting
the detritus of the day
while sleep eludes me
–
an unkempt sky –
wind driven surf
pounds the shore
melting chips of ice
droplets chase my finger down
the small of your back
–
a distant tor-
morning dew bends
the desert grass
whole conversations
pass with just a knowing glance
incomplete silence
–
a heartbeat-
one moment
our lifetime