like silk

hot soft the water runs in mist,
the mirrors folded in a cloud;
as towel-bedraped and lensless, i,
still cut and scraped from law and crowd,

come in. and there one precious is –
a music like a new perfume,
a crystal glass filled up with years,
a still-that bride for yet-my groom —

like knives the day,
like silk the night;
like midnight storms
and candlelight –

as lost as we,
through entropy,
we cross a bridge
of silken ecstasy

how comes the passing eidolon
to hands that on her back must play?
what pulls the dusk into the night
of after stars and tear away?

for open eyes will close in joy
and feelings follow feeling,
as meanings live in what is meant
and sense is made for reeling –

like knives the day,
like silk the night;
like midnight storms
and candlelight –

as lost as we,
through entropy,
we cross a bridge
of silken ecstasy

Autumn Ride

Mother, daughter, side-by-side,
Colors of an autumn ride,
Soon to leave, the nascent bride,
For so long, her mother’s pride.

    How the colors change and fade,
    How we the see the day arrayed,
    One has gone, and one has stayed,
    Moments, though, we’d never trade —

Daughter, mother, father, son,
In the end, we’re left as one,
What is good can’t be undone
By mere setting of the sun —

The Apology of An Empty Man

Love, I handed you my mettle,
So you put it to the test;
Though I failed, and badly, often,
Most the time, I did my best.

So, forgive not me, but you now.
You, deserving something higher,
Cannot fault yourself my actions:
Someone better, I know, you’d

Inspire

The Sea Rolls In

The sea rolls in at twilight time,
The day is laying down to rest;
My love is standing by my side
And I can hear a beating in her chest…

The waves are lovely, soft and wet;
The dampness there upon my brow,
The spray, dispersing in the air –
And we, yes, she and I, are closer now…

In distant places, somewhere else,
There might just be two others who
Are feeling what we’re feeling now:
If so, those hearts are truly, truly blessed

That Day, The Sky

That day, the sky was blue and we
Could feel the sun upon our skin,
The grass was white and emerald, and
There was no crowd, no rush, no din —

Out there, the earth was ours to hold,
And so we held on, soft and long —
That day, the sky, and you, and I
Were perfect right,

And perfect

 
Wrong

Love & Money

Talk it through.

Love & money have their problems,
They don’t always mix too well;
Any couple you can think of
Might just be afraid to tell

How they’ve fought on money questions.
So, when dating, talk it through:
Often it’s the last thing that you
Find out they like
More
Than you

And, After All…

After a long day …

And, After All...

My head is sore with all the day has done
Around me and inside my teeming brain;
You walk in and you still my senses stun,
And, after all this time, it’s just insane:
To feel far past what I can quite explain.
I guess its love it’s love I feel – it’s nothing more –
And, after all, what else are we here for?