thought she was in love | in that way she'd sworn never | again ~ drowning
te quiero como | la luna quiere la tierra | el sol radiante
a living creature | fire's voice of scream and howl | roars with its own wind
like a human voice | piercing the darkest nights | Chet Baker's trumpet
she longs for moon baths | only tiny sighs of breeze | on blanket warm nights
we are never sure | of moments we are given | to last forever
seeds of forever | live in parts of the present | time is not a line
obedience | feels like a trap of childhood | control of the self
trying to break free | of our parent's straight jackets | their constant voices
swaddle in tight our | baby blankets cover with | mother's messages
spiderweb of stars | our maps to chart the future | stars light the shadows
repelling the world | like throwing off mother's love | a maze of rejection
life lessons repeat | when we refuse to take them | in stride and balance
bright sun of the soul | burns and splits in a fit of time | never knows its end
red rimmed rock echoes | out from the deepest canyons | in your own soft voice
other blood lettings | sticky tamarind colored | bad ending's tattoos
when all our dreaming ceases | are we awake | or dead to the world
black, red, yellow, white | the colors of our peoples | sacred directions
aching with regret | those distant summer days full | of what might have been
beauty of poppies | bloodroot and celadine | to lull us to sleep
there are those who come | to do good in the world | then leave early
their words were flowers | bloomed from the lips of love | prayers sent skyward
changes in the wind | to adjust be pliable | bend like the bamboo
she enters and leaves | quiet as an assassin | with part of your soul
our hearts, our children | if we're lucky let us in | to love them always
snow blooms on sidewalks | appearing as if it weren't | just summer
a treasure trove | bright stars and moonlight | of sea shells gleaming
mechanical minds | no biological spark | interface fails
blushing cactus bloom | a once a year affair | opened to a New Year
where's the hope? | just coping don't count for much | we must move forward
love is stronger | more than any medicine | it can cure the world
lights flicker and die | while winds rip wild at the night | branches whip free
