Consciousness
a coyote’s howl-
I walk out of my own skin
and right into yours
–
afloat-
my body below
an anchor
a coyote’s howl-
I walk out of my own skin
and right into yours
–
afloat-
my body below
an anchor
the sun bows her head-
day gives way to nightfall by
the ascendant moon
–
twilight-
fireflies call out
to emerging stars
blinded by the pain-
your small hand comes to guide me
out of the darkness
–
crystal sky-
the sudden flight
mourning doves
high above the ground-
defying gravity while
wrapped in flowing silk
–
empty fairgrounds-
torn and faded canvas
flaps in the wind
the late autumn moon-
rising from gold to silver.
above the treetops
–
evening snow-
low in the sky
an ivory moon
wrapped in white linen-
a flight of doves foreshadow
this final journey
–
evening shadows-
the winding road
into darkness
sea foam in her hair
warmed by the tropical sun
caressed by the breeze
–
ocean breeze-
rum runners in the shade
of a date palm
borne out of the waves-
spun copper hair draped over
alabaster skin
–
first starlight-
the sharp bite of
an autumn eve
a patchwork of white-
remnants of an autumn snow
melting in the sun
–
snow covered leaves-
ice glazed berries
grace the holly bush
sleep clouding my eyes
I drive into the sunrise-
a cold autumn moon
–
cold dark morn-
torn from the womb
of my comforter