Time lost its shadow

I am moonlight

drifting pools of silent wonder   

there is no source to this echo land dreamscape 

no center no edge no corner to hide in

songs have no place to linger

wind has no beginning nor end 

yellow finch rests by the feeder

color disappears into night 

this hush that has no answer

nor morning call 

saturates the spinning 

of light and dark

Pages of a book unbound 

Leaves falling from a tree 

Pictures of today 

Yesterday 

And tomorrow 

No one reads them 

Or gathers them

I am memories 

Echoes in a dream 

Vibrantly alive 

No thing animates me 

Or dons this rainbow raiment 

Underneath the mirrored swirling skirts 

There is no one who wears this nakedness 

This garland of skulls 

Of the world’s sorrow and joy

Tears and laughter merged 

Into a soaring 

Life unadorned 

A draft of the taste of taste 

From this empty cup 

Petals in the wind 

Velvety colors 

Soothing softness 

Wind ballet 

Slides through me 

As me 

There is no other 

Drifting across this shoreless sea 

No wetness apart from the tears 

This vast unknowable ocean that merged with sky 

Left no footprints 

Simply a flowing picture show 

Moon and its reflection 

Beautiful mirrored light 

Dissolved as infinite kisses 

Thousand petaled softness 

Leagues of sky 

Acres of dreams 

Oceans of tears 

Ripples of sunshine 

Plough through deep dark sadness 

Infused with interminable beauty 

Simply full blooming aliveness 

Bursting the seams of imaginary division 

No one to be attached or un-attached

No one to feel sorrow or joy 

No one to try to find the light 

Or shut out the dark 

Or dissolve into infinite beauty 

Slow dance of wind in wind 

Sky breathes sky 

Your heart falls through midnight

As morning sings

Where is the night of deep dark shadows

Ripping starlight in your eyes 

Where is the dream of infinite kisses?

Waltzing with the death of tomorrow 

Your foot falls filled with tears

Reflected light bloomed and wilted 

Edges crumbled into the sea of unknowing

Fullness of star song rages 

Fills you

Empties you

Sings you

Lace leaves 

Filigreed light

Paints the sidewalk with winged brushstrokes 

Swirling through me 

Carpet of wonder 

And fallen blossoms 

Garden path clothed in shadow 

Late afternoon songs flower 

Swoon in the heat of desire 

To kiss this wonder into your heart 

You know these solitary steps 

Bathed in the sunset of unknowing 

Smoothly the dream unfolds your paper heart 

Reveals the unseen kiss 

You have always felt 

So simple it cannot be found 

Or lost 

Or disappear into a name 

Or shadow

Wide eyed 

Twisting twirling shadows dancing 

Ringlets of awe
Drenched with dew 

Morning sings like this 

Falling reflections of mirrored wonder 

Simply the wind dancing In love with its own movement

Watching the leaves of unwritten stories fly away... 

flowing bits of memory and pictures of tomorrow that no one drew

air sings 

breath of morning

breathes sky

how deep the shadows 

piling under the terrace of sun

filled and emptied by love

 

top of your skull

bottoms of your feet

comb the clouds 

thin shell of moon 

sets

oceans of crows 

one sits on the streetlight 

still illumined although it is day

Rusty keys
Without lock or door

Or heart to open 

Lost in the gravel of the garden path 

Autumn leaves gather and swirl

Pools of echoes color your heart
Cool winds
Warm sun 

Carpet a path without beginning or end
Faded memories 

shadows flowing
No one gathers these footprints
These echoes of night and day
Deep kisses 

And laughter 

Walking down the beach 

Seagull cries 

a tiny box of shells 

a roomful of wind 

acres of empty sky 

refrigerator hum

sound of the sea laughing

how I long to send you an empty bottle of wind

you can sail into a paper cup

and drink this wondrousness

that paints me 

dips its brush into pools of echoes

and swirls color 

tears 

and blood 

into a river 

of reflections

I was the paint and the canvass and the washing of color... 

the clouds and the sky...

the water and the waves and the endless sea...

the wind and the tops of the trees dancing...

how I longed for those brief moments...

now it is always like this...

the dance and the dancer...

the love the lover and the beloved...

feathered wind

ocean of flowers

balanced on the edge of red

a sigh 

between our wings 

time lost its backbeat 

held its breath

flew into this love song

what lies under the naked earth morning 

from whence this hush that sings?

sweeter than any love song 

this silence that has permeated all color

and saturated all sound

drenched my being

and poured me into sky

I drink the day 

as the day swallows me

what is the color of midnight 

when it hides under the moon?

what is the sound of moonlight 

splashing on the sand?

space dissolves into itself 

night sleeps under the cloak of mourning 

light and shadow weave this daydream

of someone sleeping

of someone who awakens 

what is the color of no color

when I sing of vast transparency 

and the absence of light and space and dimension

emptiness lost itself when time died

Its like constantly finding the magical butterfly ring that you thought you lost when you were a child.