The finest day of spring
Petals dance on sudden gales
Counting everyone
Before the sinking sun
Fly, fly little wings
Like love that never fails

Shadows begin to wake
To a chorus that is the night
Crickets fiddle, slow
Warblers whistle, low
Shine, shine velvet moon
Till last you fade from sight

Hear the sea in song
Where the swallows play and die
Starlight in the haze
Flicker fireflies, ablaze
Stay, stay gentle dream
Beneath the candles in the sky

No questions asked, no what no why,
Rushing by no time to cry,
No care to share, or why or where,
Too complicated, to be there,
A hurried yes to keep the peace,
Longing to be the one deceased,
Not knowing how to spend the time,
Is this real? Am I fine?!
Even so, nowhere to go,
You may not see them, they’re alone,
And even if the time did come,
You sit alone just feeling numb,
Shaking hands, a quick heartbeat,
Buzzing mind, hot, feeling weak,
Impulsive thoughts not carried through,
Don’t understand, can’t think of you,
Hysterical minds pushed away,
Will deal with it another day,
It doesn’t leave it stays right there,
Hidden in darkness it’s own lair,
Forced smiles and laughs so weak,
Can’t see forward all is bleak,
Pretending all is good and well,
That you’re fine l, it’s locked in hell,
Daily business, auto mode,
Getting by, all talk in code,
A living demon locked within,
Glazed over by the thoughts of sin,
A happy soul, once again?
No quick heartbeat, no impulse pain,
All laughter, hugs and smiles so sweet,
No more tears or curled up feet,
Day to day work is done,
Telling everyone that you have won,
But secretary you die inside,
Tears fall down it’s all a lie.

First came Spring—
All rose-red and morning glory!
And then a mild Winter.

But the frost of futility could not reach
The River that sustains us.

And now, my dear,
At the end of the story—
I anticipate those Summer years to come:

When we turn gold like wheat
Ripe for the harvest.

There is no need to fear the farmer of us all.

For I am told that love never dies…
It just grows older and hides
On the other side of Fall.

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We both talk
and chew gum
but not necessarily
at the same time
because while I am
coordinating my legwork
and my schedule for the
day or week
you are juggling family
friendship and career
in your attempt
to have it all
and eat soufflé too
then we manage to
connect in the
physical realm
nocturnally
that is
which in turn
overwhelms our
senses and overloads
our dreams which
require
a shot of
caffeinated sobriety
in the morning
when again we
both part ways
and join the rush
hour by hour
patiently waiting
to pool our resources
together again
and synchronize
our mostly shallow
swim through
each other’s
Olympic sized
chlorinated
consciousness

The world ends too far
We fall shortened
on life’s slippery hue
In coincidental moments
there’s a catch song
There’s rescue music
play till you heal
But you won’t heal in time
You ran out of lyrics
You stumbled out of rhythm
You choked on the high note
Score less than success
equals more reasons to sedate
Draw the curtain
suture the half light
Hubris on your web wall
suffocating spiel
Sociopathic klout measured in duck faces
Painted a help sign
in the middle of your eye
For those who were counted in a fist

You tossed me out
over the seas
to toe the wide waves
to next shoreline.
But I returned
to dazzle you,
straight back
to the hand
of the rejecting lover.

When I look at your mouth I try to picture my lips on yours
An exquisite tongue dance
All of our longing colliding in a wave of intimacy
Holding you close knowing our moments are brief
An erotic coupling for those who dared…

Trapped in the spectrum of doubts prism
Cast upon the ocean of confusion
Grasping for the shores of reason
Only to find the the barren landscape or reality
Sitting there wet realizing
From reason and reality come ideas
Leading to doubt and confusion
Stranded in the viscous cycle of thought