Shadow and I
Remodel my being
this enigmatic, next summer.
You broke all the rules risking collapse.
I cannot read your thoughts—a disrupted connection—
A handsome dead poet with genius for love.
I'm dressed in white petals, dreams in my hair,
French manicure—ten shells of Pacific
Squeezing your fingers so cold and so white
That hold all the secrets of Oneness in life...
I know you can see me behind marble layers
Reality can't slap me ever again!
The stage—improvised by romantics at heart,
The curtain—time splash wrinkled in vain.
It started to rain, the roof will soon cry,
Lights and the show starting majestic.
Your thoughts in my heart exploding with passion,
Applause and encore!
...short exit:
Shadow and I...
Your Gift
To Me
Exhaling petals in the time
of need
I keep replaying the blossoming of gardenias
by pushing buttons on my remote control
with painful fingers—reminders
of lost wings.
The mini blinds are broken so I peek
Over the sterile walls mutilated by wrong turns.
I hear you calling me on a disconnected phone
I'm fine!...and you?—followed
by a timid silence.
Accidental spring brought us back together
In a building where daffodils smell of chloroform
And angels lie flat on a recently emptied bed
As I watch windows cry in endless raindrop dances.
It's so much life outside I feel I suffocate.
I see returning swallows through your candid eyes
As panicky sirens make your heart pound in my chest...
This accidental spring we'll finally be... forever.
They
Shoot Horses, Don't They?
To tame a horse in freezing
winter
One plays a childish "hide and seek"
Caress its mane with future Spring
and kiss the hazel moist with love
Distract its pain with sandy gallops
Along the turquoise dreams of freedom
And while you heal the reddish wound
Recount the legend of the horse with wings.
There won't be saddles only clouds
That sometimes shed rainbows of tears
As darkness falls on killing fields
My soul is neighing as echoes cry...
