A Tide of Wood and Leaf

When you feel down,
You, who swallowed a falling star. . . 

that was my star, 

and a wish was upon that light. 

You are all that I wished for. . . 

this endless wilderness of inspiration and laughter. 

Life with you is surprising and amazing!

When the rest of life that is so thin, 

and shallow falls over like the false 

building fronts of an old hollywood set, 

ours will grow over it all 

a tide of wood and leaf, 

swallowing the world.

The Light Switch

Humor me. 

Grab the light switch, and flick it up. . .

and down. . . 

up and down. . .

and again. 

Those were the days and nights pushing past our eyes. . . 

before we met. 

That was the lifetime which shaped us,

the life of time, before we met. . . 

before the world learned to stand still 

as a hummingbird's last wingbeat. . . 

a bubbling brook's meditation on joy, 

that flowed up the gates within us, 

past the watchful third eye, 

on to the white crown. . . 

the ecstasy of that buzzing moment 

before the first morning kiss. . . 

the sensation 

of both our lips 

reaching like a dawn. . .

hungry for the stars

and the rose hued bliss

that follows

when we feast