… how close the far away

Across the room a wooden table
Yellow tea lights flicker
The night is gathering her dress
To go amid the stars

And we in silence find abundance
Through the skylight glowing
As shadows dance across the bed
And every sound is ours

For we are physical and mental
Full emotions churning
And yet are centered to our core
To lie among the still

And see the lights of years ago
By our few candles burning
To feel how close the far away
Can be when we just will

Rainy Day Thoughts

I photograph a rainbow —

I photograph a rainbow
Through a gray and drizzly haze;
And think: while we communicate
A thousand different ways,

The conversation we might have
Is fragmented, corrupted:
For we now never have one that’s
Not some way interrupted

And out there, past the windshield
In the aether, lives get crossed —
The rainbow goes unseen
Beyond
The intimacy
Lost

followings: 9

the light can change,
we see things differently.
perhaps
what was and wasn’t
meant to be.

but i know this:
you left me still a man,
and though there’s little else
i understand,

i wish you well
wherever you might be,
for light can change
those few things we
can see

followings: 7

the days i still recall
as much as any nights;
but men don’t think that way,
so women say

misunderstanding runs
while sympathy still limps,
and yet, it doesn’t have to be
that way

i think that i know well enough
the boundaries and lines
that we must have to shield off
who we are

yet days i still recall,
as much as any nights —
the lunches more than just
the caviar