Your sun sign

you are that circle

that peers through 

the drifting clouds

angry with thunder

you are that orb that

warms my flesh when

the chilling wind

blows through me

you have left your

mark upon my chest

in mid winter visits

and evening routine

you have slumbered

within my heart and

I have found a home

within your own

you will never be

alone through life

for our souls are in

ever conversation

you will always have

my offerings of peace

of joy, pleasure, strength

but most of all, love

Heads up

just above my head

hovers a swarm of gnats

notes bouncing up and

down a music scale

unheard by these ears

further out from these

little songbirds flutter

through arms of trees

and maple seeds are

flung by the breeze

propelling through air

to find their retreat

higher yet the raptor

surveying as it sails

through the gray waves

of the mirrored ocean

and my arms reach out

to wish the rise above

or the fall from earth

into whatever exists

far beyond any of this

 

Familiar dreams

getting an answer

for a question

never asked

is being in a dream

you remember

did I walk into

the corridors of

your psyche last night

is that where I was

when I killed the wolf

that had jumped the fence

or did you walk into

my hall of reflections

with the writhing alligators

being handed to the woman 

behind the desk

I'm not really sure anymore

who's responsible

for any of the thoughts

or any of the dreams

as you are always in them

and where you are

I long to linger

Green Lynx

tiny green spider

a tickle on 

my shoulder

somehow you

tagged along

I picked you up

from who knows

where

to wear as a pin

momentarily

for you have

places to go

and tinier bugs

to eat

no question

on how

no judgement

on who

just a wish

of safe travels

into the air

on silk paths

 

Blow hard

loose windows knock

on windy days

doors slam shut

on those same days

things are thrown

furniture is knocked over

on windy days

dead branches fall and

ash is blown from chimneys

on windy days

faded flowers disappear

and roots are stimulated

on windy days

dusty air is cleared

dandelion seeds travel far

and whispers fly to the stars

on windy days

Looking out the kitchen window

this connection

the tether between us

it shifts my soul

it is a furnace

burning within me

refining my being

because of this

because of us

I can no longer

belittle myself for

I wouldn't just be

belittling myself

you have shown me

my worth and beauty

by showing me your own

I feel you when

I touch my face

and my face is held

within your hands

so gentle and calm