which is...

which is the greater sadness,
that beauty is taken from us
or that we ignore its presence?


12/21/1997

between

between "now"and "then"          

lies both future and past.          

and we decide which way we will travel.          

12/14/1997                                                       

caution

caution is an old, dark cloud

that seeks to block the light

glinting in youthful eyes.

how much glow remains then?

all the roads long forgotten,

the choices not made;

were they ever really there?

12/11/1997

tears

in silence i cried.
in darkness i saw the silver tears,
the emptiness of a heart once full.
once innocent.
now, scattered about the room,
pieces of a life let go
and moments locked in memory.


12/8/1997

the smile in my dream

i woke to the smile in my dream

like the caress of the wind at dawn,

a kiss, gentle on your blushing cheek,

as the summer sun peeks above the waves

lapping softly on the shore.

i was satisfied but wanted more.

4/16/11

for some

for some, love is like a waking dream

full of anticipation and pleasure.

others sleep fitfully,

tossing and turning,

their smiles fading in dawn's light.

11/23/1997

currents

where has the river's current taken you
that we are no longer in touch?
i don't recall a rapids whose churning waters
may have turned us about, parted us.

i remember waking, as if from a deep sleep,
shivering and disoriented, looking about,
finding everything around me
to be familiar and comfortable, but empty.

where then has the current taken you?


2/16/1997

illusions

if life is not an illusion.
then neither is it what it appears to be.

earth is solid, smoke rises, water rushes by.
the wind touches all yet grasps nothing
and fire dances on the bones of old trees...

these are perceptions, nothing more.
what then of life?


2/18/1996

frantic

i watched my moments of time,

my dreams and memories,

dissolve and drift away-

ice flows on a river swollen and bursting,

careening madly with no place particular to go

but frantic to arrive.

12/7/1994

the shadow spark

we hid behind the shadow spark,
behind downcast eyes
and awkward, flickering smiles.
we hid in the deep wood,
within the dreams of youth.

but time swept us along
like a mountain stream,
cascading down, down, down,
to a place beyond the shadow spark,
down to the moment we no longer shared.

12/18/1993

wind and sky

if i were the wind and you a leaf,
where would i take you?
what secrets would i whisper 
as you scutter along,
resting only until my next breath?

if i were the dream and you the sleeper,
would you remember me in morning's light and smile,
or will i be the tear drying upon your pillow?

i am wind and sky, dream and song,
you re the leaf time moves along.
dream through the night of windswept days,
dream of the moments time passes away.

7/19/1993

today or tomorrow

there is something about tomorrow
that is like a stranger we have heard tales of
and were made curious.
but, as his arrival nears,
our apprehension grows
and we begin to wonder if we aren't better off
making friends with today.


7/23/1993

courses

a river knows its course
better than a man
and follows it as blindly
and without care.

5/9/1992