To the Best of My Ability

You know...
I could be anything:
a speck of dust
....flying....
in the morning wind,
a grain of sand
under your strolling feet,
a handful of mud
at the roots of the grass leaves
.... in your garden....
Anything you wanted me to be
I'd become
As long as I can just be around.

Filled Hollows

You are my zenith,

to reach you,

I'd cross a pathless heath

and share more

than the colors of the skies

swaying above the holy beliefs

of angels

born-n-raised as heathens

or the delayed remorse
of a wild child.

Though getting lost

together

in this cosmic vastness

might confirm some of our fears

We can still walk

we can still run,
shoeless,
all this changing distance

between south and north.

Our blank or rhymed verse

overpasses

channels and bridges
like a snow cloud,

stopping the pace of time

right in its middle.
Breathing your spring tones

suddenly explains
why being us
feels much easier

than being 
just you or just me. Around,

some candles have burned down,

some are burning away
the sorrow of man

then they are put out

for a while

not to obstruct

the gods' worthy worship

but to preserve a light.

Let’s pause now,

in this deliberate darkness;

Words have been drained
of love

for a nobler purpose

whose means justifies the ends,

the sacred winds

have chiseled holes

in our bodies

making us look like two lanterns.

Consolable Whispers

Though shoulders

will still be straining

Under the weight

of loss,

a trembling,

almost unheard voice

summons your breath

not to be held in vain,

and just wait
until
the miracle

of its soft echoes

has finally come around 
to filter
heartsickness,

the sour bitterness of regret,

out of your blood.

Denied

by forgetfulness,

misfortune memories

may break
into my private thoughts
at times,

out of the blue.
The irony is
a single incantation

from you

will always help forgiveness

to wash away,
for good,

the gray remains of the horizons

in both our views.

With the scar pains
deleted

and dignity restored

Pride will be put to rest

and the insoluble grief
will be dissolved

by an eternal present,

the real delight,

growing so splendidly

within our chests.

Sharing our rainbows 
and our verve

completed

by the vital wealth of love

makes for no waste

only allows our spirit
to be embraced

like second chances are

at a new crossroads.

Anchored

We circumnavigate

the globe, an elastic breeze 

is attached

around our waists,

the free fall was checked 
by both

and a new colony

of mild impressions 

and blue epiphanies

awaits
to cushion our voyage.

In silence,

we bounce up and down

against the rising stars

sufficiently deaf-

to the mermaids'charming songs

and blind enough-

to any nymph’s dance.

Enchanted by ashes of rebirth
(our own)

and music of spheres

We shall hold hands

to remind ourselves,

without words,

that only heaven knows

how long

we have been in the same barge,

rocking and rolling

in our own storms,

how often we have been

in charge

of a pirate vessel

seizing the treasures and debts 

of the smooth, treacherous sea

or a warship

setting course only

to restore peace.

Right now

with an invincible fleet

of safe thoughts

rounding the Cape of Good Hope

there’s no need

to burn this boat

which brought us near,
there's no need
to leave this irreversible harbor,

or abandon the burdensome cargo
oppressing a way back home.

Plenitude

Joy sneaks in

through the suave air

to breathe its splendors

and its infinities

while a deep musing

gingerly locks away

a trickster’s labyrinth

of ache and grieving

with clairvoyant dare.

An exuberance of grace,

of self-forgiveness

and warmth 

is flipped out,

on a canvas

of perpetual maze

together 
with an abundance

which outweighs both
the triumph of small things

and earthly glory

of one's shortest hours.

Without a doubt,

you are and will be

but a mirror

reflecting silver linings.

Honeyed Reveries

A man of depth,

one of the best kind

there is,

in the presence of faith

I can feel his essence
being  kissed

on the cheek,

then forehead

and an elusive life line

in the palm
of his left hand.

They feel right,
my secret vows
to him,
though

they shall remain
secret and bound
to a timeless ground.
Back to back,
and through dropping eyelids,
the shining tears
won’t deny

the candied words

he steals from my mouth

or those hidden

behind my neck
in late spring.

A bliss of fate,
he will be - one
casting its longed shadow

in the night garden

and over  the sea waves

until my soul
has grown feet

only
to be swept off -

then settle down on a rest day
for the length of a life’s retreat

in a sweet nook,

a heartfelt beat away.

Summer E-scape

Others will never notice

the humble feet

stepping out 

of a cold sea

and into the arms

of an unknown season

but you - You make 

a much-embraced wave

slow down

and the warm wind's touches

tenderly retreat.

Well-aligned

with your dense silence,
I smile

knowing I am

no longer invisible

to you, and shiver,

seeing you nod

with my shadow

has made that perfectly clear.

A mysterious fever 

rushes through my veins

as I become sightless:

the rays of fond light

interfere with the breeze

capturing  the entire you

inside the frame

of a most genteel picture.

Standing here,

tall and overprotective,

you hold my shoulders

still

with your hands

and melt me back

together

from pieces.

Tears and incoming scents

are consumed
by both

so that, somehow,

we can soon re-paint

the colorless deserts

into the greenish shades

of a self-made heaven.

Right on this stage

surrounded by sand lines

two simple souls are merged

to perfection,

embraced as our own,

singing and dancing

along

with the golden songs out there

written

in the name of love.