Asea
the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand
–
a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind
the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand
–
a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind
jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun
–
midday-
the spotlight
stolen
your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist
–
clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down
low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun
surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors
night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars
the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight
dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds
intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives
ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows
–
desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road