I am these tears ...no one wears them

whose heart sings these wind songs

or do they just pass through

like suns and moons sliding through sky

like stars and their shadows swirling on the sidewalk

and the battered leaves from last nights storm

trampled on by morning footsteps

swept into whirlpools

memories swirling

November skies

paint your heart

wash it with grays and blues

and hang it on the line

for the wind to scatter your tears

and watch the impossibly beautiful dream

of love songs

And what lies at the marrow of your heart?
What burns even it’s own flame?
Without a name
Can you find it?

Love lightly skims the ocean of sound
Words form skins separating
Inside and outside
To bite your teeth
Taste your breath
Wet your tears
And melt your heart
Love songs break the sound barrier between never and forever
Echoing fathomless depths
And infinite sky
It is
You are
the heart of intimacy
Which has no boundary
Or time
Yet you are time bound...
Earth bound...
Sky bound...
Imaginary boundaries
Cannot be erased


Falling from suspended heights
Kite swoops and wheels
Her cry ricochets between the tall buildings
A pigeon feather on the sidewalk
I am last nights love dream 

I am a girl a woman... a songster... there has been a profound shift in perspective that occurred in my brain... there is always a childlike wonder... the big wow consumed me! but the big wow had never left... it was merely not recognized... 

I do not know any children, so have no preference to hang out with them! I see everyone as unutterably beautiful and I weep that they cannot see their own beauty... I am this flow of the brains reactions... whether childlike or adult I have no clue and no longer think about such labels.

Lightning strikes the mountain and cleaves your heart 

The lassos of words never captured a piece of sky

This sensuous liquid love dance has no parts yet we seem to feel they have split apart this atemporal seamlessness into time and space and a you and a me who sing of love and death and a sunrise streaming through the window in the cold autumn fog...

midnight moon

sings your name

calls you to gaze at your reflection 

in the river

darkly darkly

liquid sky

liquid you

softly softly

creeping

the dawn of silence

no one awakens to the death of tomorrow

yet who is dancing naked as moon glow?

You are the river as it moves you and flows through you 

Gazing upon itself and it’s beautiful wetness 

Weeping 

Sliding into and through its own reflection 

Echoes of beauty sing themselves 

Like this

Moonlight pours down the canyon

Echoing infinitely within its own reflection...

Life as love streams through these timeless empty streets of mind as the feeling of undefinable beauty

washing through beauty

Love 

Falling in love

Without a center or edge...

It is this very song

That creates the feeling of intimacy

And distance...

Where are these words you read

When you read them

Where is the tree

That you see right here in front of you?

Or on the next block?

Or in a story book...

Where is the wind-song?

In the air?

On your tender cheek?

In your heart?

Where is love? 

this fathomless unwritten story of natural spontaneity writes and erases itself 

without beginning or ending 

Love ever blooms

Ever wilts...

She danced on the edge of infinity

Tossing her missives of love

Watching the skimming light

Hearing her echo

Resound the sea’s refrain...

There is no tomorrow...

She longed to gather the echos

Of night and day and night

And slide them into songs

That would pierce the strongest of hearts

love’s heart magic 

Roars

walking alongside the deep autumn river

as it sings your name

you watch the echo of your footfalls

slide into the water

colored leaves and moonlight dance

through your shadow

time collapsed into itself

for just a kiss

where did it go

when was it ever

where is the space between your breath 

and midnight

how wide the wingspan of light

reflecting empty songs

colliding with infinity

exploding the marrow of love

the wildest of winds

cannot harness air

words weave this tattered fabric

with disappearing ink

rosaries of pressed petals

dreams of tomorrow

weigh heavily in your heart

calloused fingers

cannot hold love

prayers cannot capture the colors of your heart

tears cannot pool in this bottomless treasure chest 

it is the streaming

the falling

the disappearing 

the whoosh

this tremendous undoing

this fragile tenderness

your beautiful blooming

and wilting

petals illumined by their own sunset

this treasure of rainbows end

cannot be captured

nothing can

Cactus trees and tumble weed dreams 

Swirl in mirages on the endless road

‘Ahead ahead’ no longer beckons

Countless dusty trails unwind

Into the echo of night

Moon and her reflection 

Kiss upon the sea of dreams

Feeling the weight of light 

Saturate your eyes

Your blood

Your bones

Your heart 

Submerge your reflection in sky

Echoes cascade down the canyon

Dance through naked tree shadows 

Slip through their reflections

Kiss your lips

Chanting enchantments 

A lullaby of dreams

A fairytale of many things

Sings itself

Fades...

Brightly colored afterimages swirl

Make no imprint

There is no dance floor in this wind ballet 

Of light in light 

Yet shadows dance and sing 

A morning bird perched on a forgotten branch 

Echoes my delight

River of wind 

A thousand mornings 

Breathe

Clouds rise from misty waters

Punctuate the sky with wInd flowers 

Lost in autumn’s sigh

A shadow soars across the lake

Kisses her reflection

Through my lips

This song of a thousand shadows

Pours through these wind tattered sails

Sunset blossoms  

Evening lights a candle

Beacon for midnight

Moon has no face

And does not weep

I have no face 

Only tears  

Lightening shatters the sky

Into a million diamonds

Scattered at your feet

Shards of moon

Pierce deeply

Water falls into its own shadow

Cascade of rain

River of stars

Tsunami of midnight

No words will hide you

From the world’s tears

Sun

Empty street

Tears fall into their own echo

Where is the dark

That never stopped your heart

From bathing in its own light

Dawn slides through wind

My heart hanging

Golden leaves falling

I waltz through this ballet 

Of lanterned shadows

Fingerprint of time

Unraveled it’s whorls and swirls

Shadows fell out of the Dreamtime cloudscape

Crystalline echoes poured through the hourglass as it shattered

Sound of diamonds sliced the sky

Pierced my bones 

My blood spattered windshield cracked 

The marrow of love bled

into these Heart Songs that ruptured eternity

Collided on the edge of infinity

I fell out of never and forever

Weeping 

I am these tears 

No one wears them