IBIZA ODE

yet to become one with dusk
she gently rolls over on her left hip
a series of isolated
sometimes critical thoughts beam through her dove mind
to some she lies and lets pass
lest they become reality
she knows only fantasy to dream

from dusk till dawn an insatiable appetite of love becomes her
she nestles in a bountiful grove
as thoughts elude and romance overcomes

a dream is a dream only if you so believe

the love you crave

it does not bleed the same tears
it does not contain
the same fears

your soul is the light
of a thousand examinations
your heart is right, not the reason
for these damnations

you
as one
are the meaning of passion
your beguiled devotion
is not deserving of this emotion

bearing the same sight have come many morns
and as before so now again
the truth dawns

believe
for salvation, the answer
is near
subject to the proscription
of those you hold dear
and aspersion
of the love you crave

thirteen

the mirror cracked
the rivers froze, the sun clandestine
in thoughts of you
my soul becomes one with the anguish of nature
your eyes become the chalice tonight
poinsettia
my love
i drink tonight
to you
eleven days
and
thirteen minutes
since our last rendezvous

A LIST FOR TOMORROW

in betrayal found

the meaning

of sorrow

in love

now

prepared

a list for tomorrow

OYSTER EYES

the joy they shed

the pearls they bled

in omnipotent thoughts are manifest the sea

of oblivion

parched

yearn divinities

infinite bounds of virtual solace

obscure 

my freedom

in a world of lies

defined

my love

in your oyster eyes