gratitude

when your moon is rising in my sky
— for a moment
the world holds its breath
and the sea's blue heart skips a beat

then the wavelets
carry your light to the bay
the small bay where a yearning
entangles in the dark green of pines
sighing in nocturnal breeze

your rays find the rocky ground
where a flock of blue flowers
sway into tender dreams.


(for D.)

how hope dies

hope does not die
by violence
of a bullet, blade or a word
pushing it over the edge of a cliff

sometimes it fades slowly
like the life of a wasp
tired of flying over and over
against a glass wall.

#201

if i were moon

and watched you

through the window, sleeping

i'd smile and ask a benign wind

to carry from the farthest shore

a rain of cherry petals to your dreams.

(for D.)

sediments

if we became sediments only
long after the waves have calmed

know
that the moon has poured
a thousand nights into crystals
preserving the light
treasured in the depth of the sea.


(for D.)

moonrise

at the hour when dreams awake

the truthful moon is soaring

from the ocean dark and quiet

into an air of amethyst embers

flower and fruit of night

illuming what stays true

in darkened stillness

flowing in wavelets to the shore

may in this hour of contemplation

your eye meet in her face with mine

growing a flower in the sky

beacon for timeless seasons.

(for D.)