the wound is littler

the moon is warmer

since you share salt with me

 

heart

 

white blossom

in continuous rain

eternal dying flame

 

when sparrow knelt inside your heart :: how many were the shadows

 

artist's mark

small and red

i bled

 

whose face on the card you feared to turn over

whose hands are named calm and grief

for whom does the appetite of an empty bowl 

fill the soul with belief

 

wings

to carry this mountain

away from my grave

 

a presence affirmed

but whose—

the empty church follows me home

 

music stands still :: black icicle

 

old man sleeps not knowing his ocean has been swept away

 

it's fall and drunk :: i lean on the praise of a shadow

 

drowning by river

leaping from bridge

shall i visit the same dead

 

yellow moon

3am

hollowness growing, heart of our tree

 

in which of my many lives did i have the strength to die

 

snow falling climb it

 

encased in ice one might glimmer

 

seeds hidden 

in my snow boots

                    —a friend

 

the window of the sky shatters

            with a whisper

                        the boy will never forget

this be symmetry—

arthritic man

ice-bent tree

 

where rocks break

stream's flow

a station of my soul

 

ice:

rooted fire

 

pearls once

were water

 

home of shadow,

bone

 

don't all suns hold inside :: a dawn that was never alive

 

blue lake sleeps

dreams of falling

when i wake up    the desert is real

 

            pace

of   the   moon

            pulse

of eternity      soft

            wrist of the sky

on which    side of death

            is rest

 

to hear again one's given voice

the great oak of infinite possibilities

breathes

 

wisdom when a yellowing leaf

fear of the apple set free

stones thrown or left in sleep

the tongue to my words unperceived

 

hear an owl kill

in the clear mind of night

sleep and silence return

two dancers in moonlight

 

whose gospel have i been carrying in my unread heart

shall the ending be bound

to infinite light

 

read me as a poem in blood

swollen with new light

silence with little to say

 

fences failing

posts gone rotten

pasture teeming with moons

 

unburdened of rose :: thorns bleed

 

howling with kindness :: i awakened the tea

 

every night of our vow i shall love you for rain

love's silence :: we undress in the air

who else set fire to the sun today

 

aren't the two halves of my life wind, wind :: and a needle going through