If You Listened...

1.

If you listened to the Silence
my Beloved
from beyond your grave
strewn with falling leaves,
from where the other side of this
computer screen
connects,
this nesting place
where poetry writes itself
on white-washed walls
between
pixels and galaxies,
stories of significance,
if we were to sit
across a breakfast table
after the dawn, before the
day begins to do what it
does to separate us
from
the dreamers in our head,

what would you say to me
in the lust that seeps through
every pore of the hunger
and thirst that is ours,
and ours alone?

2.

from the darkness
came the light
from the fountain
waterfall of life

all that is,
all that passes
through a deep purple haze
to waiting hearts
in open hands

from love
we are born
feathers
of albumen and tears,
reaching to touch
to kiss
to curse
the daylight
of this skin
we're in

we are rabbits and foxes
running for our lives.

3.

there are locked doors of fear
in the darkest places of our hearts
only the warrior who writes
of poetry
fears not to go...

there are keys to understanding
the mind will never unravel
and this is where
we do battle,
this is where we wage war.

4.

like
daisies
chained
wildfire in their eyes,

they were daughters of the moon
and sons of the sun

5.

we are locks
and keys
opening
a far greater reality,

an easy grace
ascending,
mists of Avalon,
burning through
blue veins.....

drops
of blood
drops
of ink


6.

bats take wing
shadows
into the night,
dolphin dreams
touch the sun,
the fist unclenches
the heart ascends,

how high the moon!


7.

Your Grave


the kale, growing wildly,
is no more
soon the Amaryllis blooms
and
the wildest wind will blow
our paths together
again,
but not now,
not now
for I am here.

8

My God,
how silent
my grave

how gentle the sound....