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

Eclipse

jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun

midday-
the spotlight
stolen

Adulting

your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist

clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down

Complications

low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin

under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun

Community

surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales

clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors

Andrew

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars

desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

Dreaming

the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake

dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight

Anger

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again

brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

Dirifting

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart

drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

Desert

ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows

desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road