The day you gave a rose to me the sun was bright, the sky was clear. I kept that rose another year, despite its sweet fragility. The sun was pale, the sky was grey when winter brought its weight to bear. The frost could not be swayed to spare The rose you gave to me that day. A … Continue reading To a rose
My lover leaves her name outside my door when evening gives us leisure to explore the sounds between the silences, the stark divide, the interplay of light and dark, each night more daring than the night before. And when I cannot tally anymore the whispered count, the reckoning of scores, I catalogue each kiss and … Continue reading Mistress
On this perfect day I watch you throw rock after rock into a mountain stream, Your words a constant flow, a stream of consciousness; all day I lean against this rock and listen while the trees rock the sky to sleep. Clouds stream across the edges of the day. What would I not give for … Continue reading Idyll
The stars are not the stars tonight; they burn so fleetingly—they drift, an earthly flame inside each paper shell. With each slow turn their dancing puts those distant stars to shame. We wrapped our hearts in promises and pride, in pledges inked across thin sheets of doubt: Translucent, insubstantial, finely dyed, our lanterns glowed until … Continue reading Sky lanterns
High in the mountains a lake reflects a white peak, the heart of the sky. She yearns for the summit but A river runs but one way.