Upward

on a starlit path
she tread her way
up to where the heavens lay
with serene and unhurried gait
glad for the journey
and not for the wait

Mirror

Which is the mirror
in which Artic beauty
contemplates herself?
The soft shush of the sea
or the dying embers of a sky
foamed with spray
or white clouds
each as to another.

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How Blue This Sky

Let my words paint
Broad strokes
Upon the canvas of your imagination.
For if I were to say the exact shade:
Hue of your eyes.

Shelter

An old man showed his grandson
The red-latticed edifice of a temple he had raised
The boy looked on wondrously and solemnly
For his grandfather had built walls to hold up the sky
And created a canopy that would shelter him all his days.

Love and Possibility

On the hill, the sky is promised
Over the sea, the horizon of a fantastic land
And in your laughter, eternal joy carouses.
Yet, between the space of our joined hands
Resides the feeling they are merely shades of.

Aloft

A bridge on the left
It’s shadow on the river
Red tram on neither

Proposal

If I gave you a thimble, would you give me a needle?
And if I hummed you a tune, would you sing me a song?
On a summer day, in the shade of your presence
I bask in the coolness of your touch
And point our clasped hands toward the sky, to ask:
Now here is our road, would you journey with me forever?

Blank

Even the lakeside
Reflects the summer sky’s thoughts
Chalk white are my own

Meteorite

Once, a second sun hung in the sky
But she saw that man was lonely
And so, she tore herself asunder into a million stars.
Shards of light made of the hottest, bluest flame
Fell in great arcs of fullness
As if to say, here is my heart;
Carry me in your pocket and know always
That you are loved

Rainy Day

The rain like a spangled veil
Bars the sky from earth
And the earth from sky
The sun plays shadows
And the clouds, shapeless dreams
Until both meet again