So slowly the day drains away
from my own aching lonely heart
and I see the trees along my way
to the empty space of my heart
and I hear it whispering,
“So strong so lovely so beautiful
is this coming night” and I weep
again. I see the moon, it says
‘nighty-night’ I see the birds
and the slumbering clouds
kissing me in all their wet mouth
and when I’m alone I should dream
life is a stage of two lovers
shouting emotions and when we touch
we dream a little dream of love
and when the day dreams away
and wild animals sing “souls”
and I close the compact in me
and give all of me, my heart.

:: 06-22-2015 ::

My words are children
born with or without
legs and hearts
un-aborted regardless
of defects:  as giver
of life through emotion
as poetry and paintings
that speak to me
Sometimes a shadow
–we dance
other moments,
an echo,
they always speak to me!

:: 07-24-2014 ::