into the sunset
into the sunset
the black mare
my love
disappears –
her gentle silhouette
tosses the discus
of silence
into craters
of hoof-less stars
my black mare
my love
with mane
of wind
has gone
into
the sunset
. . .
sea of lavender
walk on the surface
walk on the water my dear
yours is the sea of lavender
yours is the conquest of childhood
and the path through
is baptism of senses
ascension after crucifixion of memories
would you stop my dear
would you lift my soul
up to the violet dusk
of your lavender sea
where
in ecstasy
I am drowning
. . .
the little life with its wet nostrils
how long do we have left my love
it is the tide of falling sun
over the glittering blue of unfolding distance
mermaids of mesmerizing summer
dancing
petals of promises
within your geranium reach
I will try to hold it
that little life with its wet nostrils
for another 100 years
but at times
I see his sad eyes
and I read in them
“I wanna
run and run and run. . .”
and I am wondering
shall I. . .
but then I do remember your birth in me
from wind
and waves
. . .my Goddess. . .
. . .
plateau of clouds
plateau of clouds
towards you
my eyes ache
towards your constantly shifting beauty
my breath tiptoes
walking on your cobwebs
plateau of clouds
my I-ness can feel
the breezy differences
between
the tinted shadows
and dreams of sand
erupting
tangible
and high above – bewildered sun
and high above – seagulls like charcoal scratches
at times you look like a Dalmatian
plateau of clouds
at times you look like a wing
of a blue butterfly
yesterday – dusty river were you
dusty river
but always
when I feel the thin-ness inside
that tread-like thin-ness of the. . .gone
you plateau of clouds
put a puffy hat on my forehead
and your wind
whispers an inappropriate pre-summer joke
for which I am grateful
