My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.
Tag: Poems
A moon to behold
Oh what a moon
To behold;
Shining,
Shimmering,
Gold.
Starlight piercing
Teardrops bold,
A town is silent
And age is old.
Night lets down
Her vertigo hue.
Our pool is golden
We are
Too…
A single thought of you
A single thought of you
Speaks to me,
As a wellspring of joy;
And I am Ecstasy’s brother,
Withholding in your depth…
A quiet witness
To the wild humanity
Thirsty for herself.
A single thought of you
Blooms a garden
Where butterflies
Returning from pilgrimage,
Forfeiting their colors,
Forgetting their wings…
They carpet your terrace
With the colors of the wind.
A single thought of you
Forgets my blood
And betroths the world.
Find me in the tears
Of this communion,
Waiting in the alleys
Of mankind’s scripture,
Building with forgotten words.
Dizzy Frames
Let us
Catch hands
Upon this swing
Take
Dancing steps
Within a whim,
Leaping flowers
And the barb
Where we once
Would play along.
When we fall
From heavens rhyme,
Toes skipping
The sands
Of time,
Somehow,
Between
These dizzy frames,
We find some way
To be the same.
Let us not , think too long
We fall
Like careless whispers,
Feathers in the wind.
To a slumber
In an oceans end
To purgatory
In the dancing sand.
Let us not…
Think too long
Hold my hand,
And
My tongue.
Swimming once upon a time
Remember when
We helds hands
And felt the silence
Of the water
The light was fading
Into the depths
And we could swim
No farther.
Fledgling Words
May your words
Flutter into my ear
Like stories
Our ancestors told…
Singing the ecstasy
Of golden summers,
Nesting the prayers
Of winters old.
Where are your eyes?
Behind them.
There your sun was born,
And since…?
Oh the winds
Life has known,
Oh the winds
They carry chance.
Of our fledgling words
An almond honey dew
Springs in a shiver of downy
In a way tongue cannot bloom .
into
Your essence,
A weightless honey,
Covers me
In my surrender
To nothingness,
Into my
Universe…
Hidden within
Your womb.
Farasha
In sunlight sound,
Drink the colors
Of autumn
At once.
Heavy
Spell binding
A taste behind
Falling curtains.
. . .
She sings and springs
A new years plumage,
Blushing trees
And
Bluebonnet fields.
Gentlemen linger
Crowding branches,
Thinly shaking,
And
Colder still.
A moment of peace
Steals the air,
With a step
Halfway
There.
