#Love
A swirl of amaretto Revolves in my coffee - Like a galaxy - Shimmering and slow. Dawn is utterly quiet;
Good morning, fair cardinal— How are you? How are your children? Your plumage is nearly outdone By the sun’s golden hue.
A dream is a butterfly Fresh from the cocoon That is realized and soon Flutters up into the sky Or faltering, goes astray
Music starts my little church And bids us goers “come forward” - Timid and cleansing at first - Bringing voices to one accord Then Chris’s voice waxing loud
On waves of midnight blue— We shoved off in the boat— It mattered not where to— Anywhere at a casual knot. We entered a world of darkness
Ample is the rising sun That alights the furthest mountain… A carmine drape upon every hill— Exciting the birds to warble. Ample, too, is the evening sun
Tarry with me tonight My dear firelight! Your precious warmth be My solitary company. It’s my plush blanket
Our Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh...
My spirit cannot be bridled For it is as wild as fire— As innocent as a child And in secrecy, has desires. My body cannot contain it—
I have nothing to offer Except this small heart of mine. You come with laughter. I have a past much maligned. You come with true stories
Like the Sphinx Igor lies regally With eyes closed off To the world. He finds his zen
When pillars fail When walls break My angel can bear The unknown weight. If darkness prevails
El Capitan– you are a joint Within the Sierra Nevadas Of punctuated granite - A sentinel of the ages. Sylvestris partition -
The wind hears many secrets As he blows at his election. Only a hearer at best— He mulls them over and again But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
So that you shall be blessed I pray more than you are aware For you because you are A friend of many friends. May age not break your stride.