Like a weary evening sailor
In search of light
Or the echo of his name
Beating in my heart 

Questions, reflections
Whispers of the core
A thirst to enlighten
Often bears a toll

I long to breathe in perpetuity
What tomorrow may betray
A precious moment in time
My everyday today

Azure vastness at my feet
Compelling me to crave
Scarcely enough to tempt
Scantily enough to stay…

And as she swayed
Between the sheets of time
Dreaming of a scenic life
In dampened streets of rhyme

Decade upon decade, hollow words spill
onto the ashen remains of intolerance and ill will
as if man’s disease, words alone could heal…

Morning calls like times of prayer
The billowy fog hugging a reticent horizon
Insistent on remaining unsheathed…

Spurned though never forgotten are those feline eyes,
blessed
 by the brushstrokes of Mother Nature,
sculpted by the artillery 
of man….

Scarcely enough to summon my gaze
she hovers —reticence short-lived,
her sun-dipped flesh begging to be seen.

Slicing through the last morsel of hope
kept alive but by the mercy
of the tempered silence…

If only I could pinpoint
That moment in time
When the flutter of spring
In my chest, in my mind…

Play me with abandon
Like Tchaikovsky’s violin
Tender. Fervent. Boundless.
My mind, my heart, my skin…

And as I sit
Fingertips licking the keyboard
Trying to weave from chaos
A harmonious truth…

Rooted in a century of alpine life
Endless dreams of cleaving
Through fanciful puffs of white…

Can you feel it
Brushing through your hair
As the world stares
Are you even aware?

I wish I had known when I was a child
That my cartwheels were exquisite
So too was my smile…

At the first sign of daybreak
the warlords withdrew,
a show of cowardice
or perhaps a failed coup…

I am but a stone
Rounding, flattening, smoothing over time
Skipping my way through murky-clear waters of thought…

he
teeters on the edge of danger
an unsuspecting squirrel
on a midnight road…

And when she at long last
untethered herself
from his homespun inferno
the thoughts he fertilized with blight…