dreams have a
quality
mysterious yet
familiar,
like the scent of
a perfume rarely worn.
does time move in
dreams?
i study the sound
of your breath
as you sleep
beside me.
the gentle rise
and fall of your breasts
reassures me that
i am here
dreaming of warm
embraces;
abstract images
that rock my world
gently, gently.
4/22/2011
frozen
thought and motion become one
wind whips through the trees,
stings my face,
i turn away
frozen
time and energy become one
drifting snow obscures the land,
blots out the sun,
i turn away
frozen
life and death become one
the voice whispers hoarsely,
beckoning, cajoling,
i turn away
frozen.
4/13/1991
i could not give you what i wanted,
nor from you receive what you would share.
my vision is not yours-
while i looked forward,
you were farsighted and saw beyond my dreams
(even as i saw through yours.)
there is no snow in the woods today
but the naked trees still stand
and i among them, wondering,
what could i offer?
what would you receive?
4/10/1991
