drops of rain

the sky opened
and from the clouds
fell all of my lifetimes
and each moment
like drops of rain.
i shook my head in wonder
at the sadness we each endure,
and the marvels we are witness to
along the way.

5/6/1992

untitled 4.11.92

i've come to think of memory

as a thing of the past.

4/11/1992

the stealth of dawn

the stealth of dawn,
the first tentative bird song,
the greying of the night sky;
moments, clouds,
life slipping by.
coffee is on and, sighing,
the day's rhythm continues.

3/29/1992

haiku 3.21.92

flower petals fall
in the frozen winter sky
a single bird flies.

3/21/1992

a song

i put my heart

into the words of a song.

i sang it once

and it was gone.

3/8/1992

the rock's perspective

i was the rock
that held back the sea
and broke the ships
and the many men.

but, over the years,
the sea wore me down.
now, like the sailors who struggled,
i mingle with the sand

and spend my days
watching the waves come in
crashing against youthful rocks,
youthful dreams.

2/21/1992

summer rain

today's final moments fell like a summer rain
diffusing into a many-colored memory
that returns with you in the morning
as sunlight teases the world awake
and busy people, not us, 
leave the warmth of their lover's arms.

2/10/1992

life is...

the mountain river in Spring
cascades and careens headlong through time,
one moment falling upon another and another
without pausing to reflect.

then, after the snows have all gone
and the ground has dried,
we stand in silence wondering
where did all that water go?

2/9/1992

in the quiet

time waited for me in the quiet.
the glow of dawn was my breakfast
as the wind from the lake
whispered of far off places and times unspent, 
as the days, like clouds, sped by.
my thoughts of you are like this.
words unspoken, drifting in memory
like stray tears falling in the quiet.

2/22/1992

the sketch

walking through an artist's sketch
i saw the world through another's eyes
and marvelled at my blindness.

2/2/1992

i wonder

i drift across time and space
drawn invariably to you;
to be held in your arms for a time
until the winds carry me away,
wondering again if i could have held on 
to more than your memory.

1/28/1992