Summer Rain

You pull me in to

your tender place,

shelter and warmth

(your heart is a blanket)

embracing me with

arms and words

that soothe my soul

my friend

my lover

my dreamer

my muse

soft in the light

you reveal me with
your truth

your hope

your trust

your grace

and selfless love.

Lost in the safety

of our bond,

passion fueled

you heal me

and I, you.

Like summer rain,

summer rain,

again.

The Fairytale

It is the luscious

smoke

of incense that seduces

then disappears in

curls and wisps

as I draw near,

lingering scent

of bitter herbs.

It is the perfect

fruit,

crisp and fragrant,

sweetness imagined

until the first taste

turns bitter,

ruined on my

tongue,

hunger denied.

It is the beckoning

wind

that fills the sails

with thrilling rush

then dies when

my fragile ship

rocks treacherously

far from shore,

unanchored.

It is a symphony of

music

drawing me closer

and deeper in to

a sanctuary of

hope, only to 

trap me in a

cold and 

empty lair,

alone.

The knights have all perished

but the dragons,

live.

30,000 Feet

Patchwork fields

beneath feather clouds stretch

and fade to the edge of

the earth.

She sits beside me

and drinks too much

too fast and talks of

love and loss and

the pain of life.

Her eyes blind to beauty,

Life is Cruel

branded on her soul

she swallows hard and

fills the hole in her

heart with bitter

regret and vodka

I listen and nod and

think about the families

far below.

Hold on to your love.

Hold on to your love.

I look in her eyes

and wonder if she is a prophet

or a messenger

of truth and doom -

a lifetime of seeking but

never finding -

of giving, never to receive.

The horizon fades

in pink and blue ribbons

of light and the Cascades

appear through the

clouds in snow-covered

pyramids, glistening.

Hold on.

Unmarked Trail

I sit beside you

on the stone,

feet hanging

off the edge

heart pounding

in my ears,

the forest behind in

stillness watching.

Mountains surround us

in lush, green, wetness.

The earth smells damp

and fresh and old.

Moss on the trees

and the rocks
in soft patchwork
tumble.

Far below the river

rushes like my heart

wanting to tell you

what I cannot say,

even in whisper.

You turn and smile

and I die a little.

so much beauty

so much pain

We watch the

eagle circle above,

writing a story

across the sky,

as it begins to rain

in the cave of my soul,
drenching the flames
of courage,
feeding the flames
of desire.

Are we lost?
I am.