No longer waiting

 the question was 

“Are you waiting 

for someone?”

and the answer is

“Not any longer.”

for waiting only

lets life pass by 

and we both need

to live for this love

so we will live

with this love until

this love lifts our lives

 

Oeuvre

I want to draw you

out of shadow

every contour of your

face and figure

let it all lay on 

the page in front of me

let my pen dip

into a well of light

to illuminate your soul

and enlighten my eyes

to the radiance of your own

let the tip of my brush

trace the outline of your lips 

and pull the hues down 

your neck and chest

to where I can see

the pulse of your heart

beneath the stretched canvas

let me draw you

out of shadow

and into my arms

Sunday sun

my vision rests

in the bare arms

reaching out into

the blue of the sky

a phantom taps

on my right wrist

as I hold it behind

my reclined head

in the intensity of

passionate sunrays

my flesh whispers

prayers to summon

the slightest breeze

a sweet invocation

falling in the drips

of glistening sweat

to ask the cool to

dance with the heat

while March teeters

in April's advance

 

You're a vision

the pool I've looked

into so many times

before has never held

a reflection, the scrying

mirror has never held

a vision, the candle in

the night window never

has cast a sight, for

when I look out into

the dark to find you

your face is only found

by my fingers tracing

an image that isn't there

no matter what a seer

might send me, the

sight of you is not

kept within my eyes

that is reserved only 

for the most sacred

chambers of my heart

Twiggy palms

you were shown to me

as the shaman took

small twigs, placing them

in my right palm

he asked me if I

had ever taken shop class

I told him I hadn't and

he replied that I was

going to love seeing this then

he placed his middle finger

of his left hand upon 

the twigs, pressing them

against my heart line

the small twigs transfigured

into a metal ring and

within the center of 

the ring was a screen

upon the screen your

image appeared and you

introduced yourself

as if we were strangers

 

The rise

out in the gold soaked

horizon of the new day

where aviators draw

pristine white chalk

marks across the blue

bowl holding dark

drifts of floating waters

dreaming of dry land

out in this essence

of renewing light and

time and chances to

become more than

what was done or

said merely 24 hours

before this moment

of fire drenched hues

out among it all with

awakening birds that

have already taken to

the air to navigate their

way to where their

wills drive them home

out in all of this I set 

my thoughts of you

A sight for you

the underside 

of the wings

flashed metallic

with the sudden

flap in the raptor flight

my gaze upwards

met its gaze downwards

upon the avenue,

auto repair shop,

hospital and 

vacant lot where

the casino once stood

the show down below

better be worth

the circling flight

high above

as a passing convertible

might have been

the ticket

with the passenger

looking back

at the hospital

in an orange

and green wig