In a stolen glimpse
of sun
a momentary place
in the quiet voice
of Time tapering,
A crescent moon descends
like a subtle calculation
of kindness
in stars –
and the horizon,
like the cloudless sky,
plies the night in
a great arc
an involuntary urge
of earth’s visionary
presence shown
captious
as the shrewd and
altered Light,
the trace of your love.
Tattered grey of Winter
a nova blue stillness
in silence
presses softly
into the underbelly
of Spring’s awakening sigh
and the conifers, hirsute &
convivial in their denial of longer days,
spend quiet the hush of
peace unfurling like a song
of lightness placed nightly as
calmed the riot of evenings hush –
there is no other audience
in the diamond light
of star-swept kindness ministering
like the angels did so many aeras ago,
in the wherewithal of white, as a
resonance recoils in the spark of day
that announces you, my sweetest love –
In this constant crossfire of light
I wept before the incline
in the garden of feats, my own
discovery of you Across the ages –
Now the soft glass of morning light
seeks the kindness of night
as lofty views seek the cream-grey flutter
of birds in early winter
where morning’s caution brings
elegance to the river-blue outline
of time passing in the moments I
cherish in my thoughts of you
the phylum and story of these
minutes rest softly on my
shoulders in a procession of its own density
left to linger in this quiet mindfulness
adept like a memento’s recollection, where the
objects of my vision and vanity are
humbled by the depth of my own awareness
as I seek the dawn of your understanding:
assured of my rest – our time is coming
Walking with you in the vast open desert,
time’s ancient blanket is spread
like an artist’s pallet before me,
all Earth colors laid bare
below these mesas in the canyons
gripped in a cult of curated light by
clouds’ initiation of autumn’s morning air – the
vaporous smells of ancient lands walk with me
on this path of stone and sand
the marvel of sun slowly rising
stark with the afterstars of
dawn’s glistening light
an enervation of shadow
lifts magnificent a sublime indifference
of glowing form, the rocks of this place speaking
in tones deep in the same saffron and sorrels
of your perfectly canted lips I kiss . . .
In a pool of vacant blue
seams of light lay lost in
sleights of coaxing gathered by
the gambol of their movement –
swinging daybreak to dawn in
a crossing of scarred clouds – the new-day sky
repelling soft pinks in grey reflections
found in the suasions of morning
[discovered in abstraction]
and I feel the inertia of awareness as
prurience – sensual and erotic – flowing
over me in a calligraphy of smells
of woodland tundra, this mountainous innocence
bought in emblem as an infancy of Light
held in construct bold with perpetuity –
and find love’s banner in the evening’s reproach
Thespian Drummer 