speak silently

Love is a kiss that says what words cannot.

Speak silently to me then

and set the dream free.

4/2/11

the distance between us

in the daytime

we would walk across the void,

always seeking, reaching out.

at night we travelled in our dreams,

not to the places we had been,

but to our moments together.

we lived in this way until we found a time

where we were no longer aware

of the distance between us.

3/19/11

thoughts of you

my thoughts of you were like waves

lapping gently on some distant shore

where we may have touched before

but, as the sun washed over me,

i lost all memory of when.

i saw a sailboat far out at sea

and wondered where it was going.

were you on it?

there were no clouds that day,

only the song of birds and fishing men

and the pounding of my heart.

2/25/11

Haiku 2.28.11

daytime and awake

never make the sunrise wait

now's the time to dream

2/28/11

at eventide

at eventide we would cast our dreams
like a fisherman's net across the expanse,
searching for new moments of time
and the sounds we hold in deep memory.
and while yours was not the loudest voice 
singing amidst the void,
it was the one that always drew me. 

11/21/2017

The Moon Dance

the moon was full, so we danced
until our feet no longer hurt.
we danced until we fell, exhausted,
into each other's arms.

the wind was gentle that night.
gentle like a poet's song.
gentle like the memory of your hand
resting softly on mine
as the sun returned, hesitant yet insistent,
like a child waking from a dream.

11/18/2017

Memory Songs

we studied the sky
and realized the birds and clouds
could fade in the distance and disappear.
we imagined they had been 
taken to another place
and we wanted to go there too,
but only some of us could fly.

we miss the ones who left
and each day we sing their memory songs 
as the sky awaits us.

11/17/2017

Haiku 4.10.91

in the early spring,

as the river was first freed,

my eyes, too, opened.

4/10/1991

life is

life is the distance

between two points in existence.

life is not the traveler

but the road traveled upon.

7/2/1993

memories

the rain has washed your eyes
(or else you are crying;
are memories so sad?)

memories - ha!
i hid all of mine a long time ago.
i buried them in the sand by the sea.
at least i think i did,
i don't really recall.

i do remember it was raining that day.
it must have been...
i wasn't crying!

1992

fragments

the light at sunrise reached up
to the frost on my window
and, touching it, broke into a hundred pieces,
each a different color,
each falling to the floor
then moving slowly toward the far wall
in vain effort at reunification.

by sunset the frost had gone from my window.
i believe it will return by morning,
as will the sunrise,
as each day becomes a different colored
splinter of life,
each moving slowly forward
in vain effort at reunification.

1992

gold

all that glitters is not

boldly go where no man

dares to call me a liar

will you

gold chipped tooth

sparkles on the fourth of

bourbon

and rye with Swiss

bank accounts

but who needs it

all that glitters

is not

1992

sorrow and laughter

sorrow is like a sea

that knows its bounds

but none the less

crashes against the rocks

to break them down.

in the sand

children make castles

and find laughter.

1992

scared

i have been scared in the dark before
but never so much
as when you left me there
or so little
as when you were there with me.

11/13/1972

odd

the oddity of life
is that we think we know
where the circle begins
and where it ends.

2/28/1996

carpe diem

that vision must be pretty good

that sees tomorrow...

on my good days

i'm sometimes able to seize the moment.

usually though, i find it hard

just to grasp the past-

even though i was there!

5/27/1991

Reason

God created Reason
so man may find a path
leading away from chaos.

man used his reason
to construct walls to imprison his soul
and endless roads, leading nowhere,
upon which he could lose himself
while racing madly through life
trying to make sense of things.

5/17/1991