Note

i do not hope for much
but to be kept inside
a small chest in your forest
hidden at a place that only you know
beside the little well hemmed by blue flowers.


(for D.)

when i close my lids

when i close my lids
i see you
your eye opening a pristine sky over secret isles
a dark ripe with the taste of sunrise

when i close my lids
i feel you pulse inside my veins
moonfruit of the olive tree
high in the branches


(for D.)

This morning I was dreaming of you while asleep for the first time. First I saw you in a group of people while I was passing on a bus. The second time you stayed invisible but I could feel your presence.

Gossamer

Maybe

we meet

each other only

in the soft feathers

the sky weaves into dusk,

in the shimmer of a yearning

that the river carries through

gossamer evenings wearing coats

of misty chill

in our

hearts.

(for D.)