Empty Sky

Tattered remnants of words not sung 

Of voices unheard 

Of hearts unwound 

Rivulets of sparkling 

Rivers of tears flowing 

Sea of dreams reflecting 

Your beautiful face 

Your melancholy eyes 

You have been waiting for your own return 

When you never left 

Or arrived at this placeless place 

That sings your name 

Out there out here 

Seamless vastness has no edges 

Nor center 

You know of this stillness that consumes even the darkest night 

Yet you cannot grasp it 

You cannot hide from it 

It is closer than close 

Nearer than your heartbeat 

Or your deepest feelings 

Or these tears that seemed to wash away the rainbow 

Leaving empty sky 

you are a beautiful piece of sky 

And love as well 

Listen to sky fall into sky 

Watch space flow into space 

A robin song tells you the story 

The melody cannot be traced 

There is no beginning or end 

Or outside to this fabulous wonderland 

Of joy and sorrow and deep deep despair 

And wonder 

reflections dance through the tapestry of shadows 

Bejeweled echoes reverberate 

There is no source to your reflection 

Nor are there any pieces of sky 

waiting at the edge of sky 

your heart an empty glass

words sweep the vastness into mirrored wings 

reflecting your hunger to fly 

you have always been naked 

featherless 

skinless 

alone 

vast as day

empty as night

falling into a feathered glance 

you spy your own reflection 

kissing sky

intimate silence of the first robin song

in the hovering dawn

the prelude was empty 

I heard it in your eyes 

these words lose their skin

I feel what I cannot touch 

you feel what I cannot sing 

this song-less morning 

sings me

waiting for starlight 

to hover on the grass

to lay down the day

and weep

as you sink into the poem

your reflection disappears 

words unwind your tattered footsteps 

you lose your feet in sky

and forget your dissolving 

in this breath are words

waiting

fragrance of forgotten days

slow waltz of the seasons 

lushness beyond measure

this dream of life 

morning is painted by thought 

memory shapes your face

photographs hung on a time line 

billowing skirts in the wind 

changing shape they can be recognized 

in their dancing 

what never moves 

what never stays still

hovering on the window sill

creeping in through the back door 

dancing on the threshold 

this love that beckons 

and promises you 

nothing at all

I see through these very words that paint me

dandelion sun 

grasses dancing

light pours into my heart

its weight crescendos 

waves crashing 

silence singing 

yellow finches 

call and answer 

they have no word for singing 

morning echoes 

through these letters 

these very words

I watch my substance flower

and recede 

with each tap of the keys

my fingertips tingle

my heart sings

oceans vastness 

cannot be held 

in my pocket 

there are no secrets 

no god

nor beauty

nor love 

silence is heard

whispering its song

through the meadows

through the skies

through these unowned hearts

through this love

She held the vowels in her mouth
So she could taste the fullness of sky
Words exploded from her empty breast
Casting ripples across shoreless seas
Falling into their own reflections
Sinking into fathomless depths
Where sky lay waiting
To be kissed once again with words

acres of light pour overtones of galaxies unheard unseen yet felt deeply

into this nameless sea of shimmering reflections 

words basting in a loss of meaning

swirling in this glass 

I see my refection on the rim

drinking 

the sound of shadows 

dancing 

memories unwind

singing 

the sound of love drinking itself 

through these lips 

that have no face 

it is everyone's song 

everyone's love 

everyone's face 

weeping 

absolute stillness does not hide

within these words 

it is these words 

that slide into the depths of your being

and remind you that you have not forgotten 

or remembered 

the hush of beauty

it feels mostly like nothing at all... 

swooning into and through echoes of reflections of colors and sounds and deep reverberations of a sensuousness lostness that has poured through me and left a song of breathless wonder

of wind and light and love dancing through me as me  

feeling deeply this feeling that has no name, not joy nor sorrow nor awe, but mostly like a love that includes everything, this knowing feeling that there are no things and no one to love them... yet loving every particle of color that endlessly blooms and wilts like the most wondrous tender flower, a gazillion petals caressing me from the inside and out... 

walking through a flowing carpet of light and shadow... and fluted lyrical melodies blooming and dissolving endlessly, without beginning or cause... 

in-between the in-between of a hush a pause that extends infinitely without time or direction... a water color river neither moving nor still... an edgeless liquidity of home... a center less embrace of sublime emptiness 

and a song of infinite vibration painting the sky and sea and mountains and early morning robin song echoing down this heartbreakingly wondrous grand canyon of love

love bursts the skin of space 

unravels your footprints 

erases your path

unties the knots, the strings, the shiny bow

reveals the box to be empty

the prize was never hidden

in your guts

it was never concealed 

under your skin

or in your heart 

but evisceration was needed 

for you to see that

it was never lost inside these words 

or found as these words unraveled

your very nakedness 

tore off its clothes

as you merged with your own undoing

no one wears love

or holds it

you cannot dance with it

or feel it deeply

you are this love 

that holds you

you are this dance

there is no other

love bleeds into these pages

these words

that no one wrote

that no one sings

that echo in this empty box

as our hearts reverberate

in this love song

echoes dance on the terrace of winds

hover in your heart 

breath of life

breath of death

more intimate than this song

that sings you

nearer than the wind

caressing your face

or these tears 

the breeze cannot dry 

closer than sadness

piercing your heart

the knowing that love

was never yours to give or take 

that life 

this precious gem

was never yours 

spinning a magicians tale

the center a mirage 

reflections shimmering on the sea of dreams

waves of light and dark pierce the night 

echoes of loves demise 

after the rains 

the hush

When someone says I love you 

You’re beautiful 

I find nothing here 

Just a sublime edgeless emptiness 

Yet when I look at them 

I see a majestic radiant beautiful shimmering gem, and I bask in that love and light and catch a glimpse of my own faceless face.  

I exist only in that touchless touch 

I love only in that touchless touch 

We are love and beauty itself 

In that touchless touch

I love you 

You’re beautiful

I weep whilst alone 

I am always alone 

Yet I am never lonely as this edgeless love

sky is full of rain

and sun

diamonds falling 

I am full of sky 

stripped of their flowers

stalks bowing 

heavy green leaves 

yellow petals on the sidewalk 

empty jewels reflect

echoes of songs

painting the day 

prisms of leaf shadows falling

I glide through this tapestry of light 

as it soars through me

what is not intimate 

when life articulates itself

out of its broken-ness

light hides beneath the night 

heavy with dew

and silence 

the weight of darkness 

impenetrable 

through the eyes of these words

we see the morning sleeping

Space is not between the words it is within them

How big how wide how deep the color red

Flowing blossoming wilting 

Where is love

beauty is not hidden... 

nor love... 

they shine through your eyes and I fall...