Love letters in the wind

echos of wind

swirl leftover leaves

winter trees

sing

poems bloom and wilt

golden petals

love letters in the wind

sky flowers

fall

into sky

inside outside your heart has no song

but the song that sings it

inside outside love has no words

it is all words

inside outside

there is no distance

no river to cross

nor mirror to break into infinite reflections

love blooms into love

falls into love

with

love

pale moon

song of dawn

flowering

dry cheeks

forever wet with tears

leftover darkness

blooms

fades

wind gathers petals of moonlight

on the garden path

scattering reflected light

in my eyes

I am echoes of moonlight

breathing

sound of midnight

flowers 

blooming

moonlight floods and washes away 

acres of sky

of sea

of earth

your empty heart...

echoes

not sung

nor heard

dissolve

this wake-less dream

shimmers

in its own reflection

no eyes to be empty

no heart to be full

no love to be found

or lost...

no one to walk the empty beaches

or watch the moonlight shimmer

just so

come hold my hand

and we will walk together

and admire the sumptuous of unknowing

this sensuous lostness of endless sea falling 

falling

falling

into sky

as we soar into 

and through each other

in this lover's dream

Isn't it amazing how the dream paints itself… 

Light… and dark… and colors… and shapes… and movement seem to appear…. 

The dream dreams itself…

And when it sings itself seemingly through these lips…

The songs appear to ricochet across the Grand Canyon of love

And although it is only echoes of echoes of echoes blooming

It paints people listening

And hearts yearning

To feel the love they seem to think is coming from a you

But there are never really echoes

Or a source

Or love

Yet love is the only word that seems to come close

Tender and fierce

Sublimely melancholy

This impossible emptiness and fullness and unutterable beauty of love

Beyond any ideas of love

Beyond any ideas of beyond

And including all ideas

Ideas are ideas

Illusion is illusion

We are this illusion

This lover’s dance

Light swooning through light

Space falling through space

Edgeless ocean of love

Pouring through itself

Without movement 

Or non movement

Without time

Or timelessness

There are no things

Nor non things

Yet the ocean of love

Sings itself

Just like this

darkness melts into dawn

sky flowers weep

ideas of rain

drown in morning showers

a sensuous lostness paints the dream of unknowing with a caress of unutterable softness...

this elegant melancholy 

escaping tales of sorrow and joy

and love...

words

have no weight

or substance

I was a love letter written

by no one

to no one

I slid off the pages of my life

and into a vast unknowing

where no things can be found

...there is no one looking

exquisite fluted filigree unravels 

tattered wings

soar as light

as space

as 

nothing at all

Phantom clouds are burned away in the heat of this wild love 

Mirrored threads of rainbow light leave

trails of echoes sailing through run away skies 

Wing-ed transparency of liquid love
Slides into its own luminescence
Tears a translucent highway to your heart...

You can feel our hearts bleed together 

Yet they were never apart... 

Sun melts all shadows

Love melts all fires

Even it’s own...

Words weave a dimensionless fabric into light and color and shapes

And stories of lovers and beloveds

They seem to create stars in the cosmos 

That dance and sparkle in our eyes....

But there are no eyes without words

Nor words without words 

We are magnificent holograms

Appearing and dissolving

Into each other’s limitless love 

how could clouds bloom today

without yesterday's skies?

we are a bouquet of memory

petals 

falling

into their own shadows

blossoming

on the sidewalk

windy night 

windy day

wind 

soars

into a memory of wind

clouds form

and dissolve into this very song

these words breathe clouds

and wind

into a dance

of color blooming

and wilting 

and you

and me

and love

twilight lingers

silent wind

slowly 

slowly

last leaf falls

no movement 

nor stillness

in this very breath

from within

from without

from everywhere 

from nowhere

no hand to hold the wind

no ground to hold the leaves

no heart to hold this love

no singer of rainbows

bleeding

color

into these very words

ocean of love has no words

yet swallows them all

light

has no source

nor the dark that seems to erase it

time lost her footsteps

love lost her partner

the very ground collapsed

the horizon shattered

as sea fell into sky

and who was it that wandered the empty beaches

looking for a perfect lover

and found only empty shells

the rush of waves

and twilight

breathing

I look in the mirror and it’s like nothing is there 

Edgeless seamless

Three D wallpaper

without memory there is no one to behold 

the water Lilly blooming

or the day wilting into evening song

ocean's surface is painted by memories

rippling

spreading into waves

and tides

and moonlight's scintillating gaze on empty shores...

words are ripples creating movement and stillness

filling in this wonder land dream scape

with us dancing

madly in love

pouring heart songs through our fingertips

that can never touch

and lips

that can never kiss

just this very singing

echoes of echoes

waves of this worded world

coalesce

crash and dissolve empty beaches

evaporate sound and silence

and the hush in-between 

what is it that no longer believes the songs?

the dream of night and day does not collapse

there is no one in this empty room

no walls or ceiling nor floor

no space 

nor emptiness

nor lovers

nor love

memory sings still

crash of thunder

lightening strikes the sea

there is no time nor distance

between you and me

we are echoes of a lover's song

sung by no one

sung by everyone

sung by these very words

rippling in a sea of dreams

water bird skims the surface of the sea

her wake

a flowing horizon

of shimmering

that cannot be found

or lost

ocean of love has no boundaries

no sandy or rocky shore to which you can escape

no bottom where you can rest

no surface where you can look around

and search for somewhere else to be

love flows into itself

water flows through water

light and color and patterns seem to form

as they dissolve into the flowing

that is not moving

or still

nor both

nor neither

you can hear the song of ocean

it is the waves

the wind

the waterbird's cry

it is your breath

your blood flowing

your heart aching

for love

ocean song is a dream of love

love is a beautiful dream

love sings itself

and we are its song

horizon collapses in the weight of twilight

moonlight shimmers on equatorial sands

tides remove the night

breath paints the day

all is reflected light

there is no source 

to this love that sings itself

this daydream no different from the slumber of stars

first bird

welcomes the morning

night has flown without time

or movement

since I awoke

I have been listening to the day sleep

to the rhythm of cricket song

sound and silence are simply reflections

that have no source 

light and dark are echoes

that have no sound

words paint a canyon

through which a river flows

without movement or stillness

to this ocean of love

that has no beaches

or rocky shores

nor surface

nor depths

no way to enter

or leave

you can hear the canyon sing

it is your heart that cries out

your echo scatters in the mountains

and reverberates in the ocean depths

lost and lost again in the wonderment of sky

it is your tears that drown your shadow

that was dancing with itself

and found nothing in the middle

as the sides disappeared

life appears magically

you can hear love sing itself

you are a dream of starlight

dancing

this love story writes itself

paints itself with sliding colors

sings itself to a tune of unknowing

wordlessly mouthing every word

like a kiss of rainbows swooning

into the love of color itself

and I am the love of love

the taste of taste

that can never taste itself

yet through your lips

your heart

our eyes meet

and I am forever lost in your unspeakable beauty

our stories are woven into a water color tapestry

bleeding into the wetness of wetness 

tears 

blooming 

and fading

every thread merely trails of words

love letters penned by no one

folding and unfolding until the creases rip...

consonants and vowels shred

the very words they uttered

breath of love cannot be held

your heart has no envelope

no openings to be sealed

no container to break

I was the longing to explode

and the fear of losing it all

not knowing there was nothing to rupture

or anyone 

or anything

who could ever hold

or lose 

this love

love holds itself

it is the embrace without edges

or center

love dreams itself

every song

a lover's breath

dissolving into itself

echoes bathe in echoes 

sweep and suck of waves

gentle wings arching 

and receding

feathered sunset

percolates into wet sands

rush and calm of empty beaches

on a shoreless sea

rhythm of memory 

sings a backbeat of time

of sound and silence

of seabirds alighting on smooth grey boulders

and piles of forgotten shells

 

swirls of purply foam

unravel the days's footsteps

as the horizon loses itself

in darkness

words paint light

and color

and you 

and me

into this intoxicating dance

which leaves me breathless

astounded

by your beauty

your tears

your smile

this intimacy

cannot be severed

as we are not tied to one another

we are each other

in this dance

of one

of two

of many 

of none

shadow bird slides across the cliffs

carries the sweep of sunset on her wings

glides into liquid mirrored sea

spilling color into color

light into light

reflections into reflections

echoes into echoes into echoes

sound of flowers at dusk

hovers in the breath of evening song

exhaling through your chest

your mouth

your lips that call forth the wind

memory holds night

separate from day

words paint lines between us

separate orange from red

and green from blue

wind from calm

sound from silence

is there a hush beyond words?

there is neither sound nor silence

nor movement nor stillness

nor fullness nor emptiness

what is it that you seek?

it is the breath of moon sailing through your shadow

as you dance with your echo on the fiery cliffs

it is the love you have longed for

and the longing for it

it is not a knowing

it is not an it

it cannot be kissed with words

yet every word sings it

love dreams herself

she sings your name

in the waves

you are the song of ocean

an abandoned shell

rolling in the tides

softened with the wetness

of a million tears

a kite captured in the high cliffs

tattered paper streaming

colors dancing

a billion prayers left unanswered

love letters in the wind