I climb to the edge
Into the speckled warlike wave of tea lights.
Alloy railings and spiral stairways
Angel headed day sleepers
Bearing wild teeth and forgotten memories.
A furnace of day dreams, bookends, cloves and cigarettes, incense,
Musings about almost anything just to break the doldrums, madness,
Strangers’ conversations, soft looming words at bedroom hours and
Spiral notebooks for secrets.
Her lips echo the here and now.
I have learned to covet my solitude
Although I am still alone.
She reads my mind and tells the birds on the wire to sing one last time.
Star-crossed lovers’ fate
Pouring over those fuchsia skies
Like astral beings
Wandering the hilltops
She unfolds her legs and howls
Longing for lost things in the daybreak
As the tides recedes into the womb of the moon
I have become awaken by a labyrinth of fingertips
A cocoon slowing the pace of the day
Seeking shade from the loneliness
In an alcove of solitude
Steeped in memories she calls
I pray for your love to return to me
Only to think I may not pray for such things
Nostalgia is like a friend
Who doesn’t talk to you anymore
Seducing you from the present
Memories are delicate creatures
One must let go of the past in order to continue
Slivers of ancient golden suns
Circle the galaxy
Like cool waters and praying Bodhisattvas
Searching deep inside
Far into the distance of the heart
Where thoughts rest
She comes and goes.
Wild like the trees
Bearing down on me.
They brought madness to my door.
Like those pearls of her mind
Ebbing soft towards the shore.
And as a river runs through my hands
I began to understand;
The intimacies of the universe.