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

Along the way Birds whistle a tune As if to set a mood But I know not what to say. The figure slowly thickens

Star of wonder, star of power Bluest of steel blue It shines at the midnight hour. More wondrous than Regulus Its eight points burst forth

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

My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they’re going. The world’s tempo beats on. I, too, prefer to stop along

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

A dream is a butterfly Fresh from the cocoon That is realized and soon Flutters up into the sky Or faltering, goes astray

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

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...

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

What love is this That spellbinds me And keeps me returning To read scripture? Older I will get

Weeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows. A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed. Broken glass fills the street—

By a gently flowing creek— I saw a swallowtail flutter About my head, as though meek— And land softer than a feather. He was large enough, I swear—

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