The Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizons And remote hours of austerity For “sailors” upon caravans And the Sun beams mercilessly

Old age doesn’t exist for all Because many claim its presence; I submit that living goes on Through many-hued firmaments. A shade of love lives here

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

Our Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh...

Like gold of Havilah God is true and straight. I can exhort Adonai For his tender heart. Be it ambivalence

When long days drag on me And my soul cries in the dark Then I speak my prayer in sleight And He slips it into my jar. Prithee – give it wings to fly up

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

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

Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander— I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked boughs

Flowers in the desert Vibrantly grow forth In yellows and purples Despite the salty Earth And when I think about

On Havana’s white shore – With each salt-infused whirl That agitates its border— Every sand is a potential pearl.

One Christmas, death showed up To rip the bonds apart And they, who were stunned - Said their good-byes Hastily at the tomb.

Like the Sphinx Igor lies regally With eyes closed off To the world. He finds his zen

Bless each palo verde bloom— Those cuplets kissed by the sun My vision wants to consume That thus have raptured my love. See how they speckle the tree

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