Happy eyes need not the sun For they, like yours, have a light… A cutting light the demons shun That confesses to a kind, ageless… Brown upon brown, they draw me in;

Often conversation carries Us through the day For talking about things is Basic to an alliance Yet at other times, we survive

Love is many, Water is many And flows aplenty But Fire is one And consumes until gone All but purity.

I saw a woman emerge from a shadow With a sly demeanor and look about… Her sequined dress was aglow. She didn’t know I was also out. I watched her remove a silver shoe

Sweat is the other garment You wear in the desert When the only water is in the cact… And all but the flies are inert But a cool layer of sweat

When pillars fail When walls break My angel can bear The unknown weight. If darkness prevails

You can no more catch the sun Than I can command the rain Yet love is an experience Worthy of anguish for gain.

He comes around the wall And I feel my quickened heart. I dare to look even while Seconds become a moment. He passes with dull eyes

Tarry with me tonight My dear firelight! Your precious warmth be My solitary company. It’s my plush blanket

El Capitan– you are a joint Within the Sierra Nevadas Of punctuated granite - A sentinel of the ages. Sylvestris partition -

As empty as the future So is a soaked page Whose ink has run off. I hope to be the author; A new and boundless decade

Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past

A swirl of amaretto Revolves in my coffee - Like a galaxy - Shimmering and slow. Dawn is utterly quiet;

I was smote by words As a soldier with bullets ‘Til I harnessed their power And they slight retreated lest I would fire back

How capricious it is To follow the tail of a comet And skip across Saturn’s rings - To wade in endless streams - Cloaked in ether’s blanket