Tag Archive: love

Siesta

Siesta of the day I take into my arms Blue clouds and white wind Swaying on the hammock in the breeze Shaded by the boughs of hashish trees My pipe is puffed in… Continue reading

Resound

I ring the evening bell And my tolling is from the trees From the throat of the sundown breeze I am a knelling of love Pealing out before night wind is loosed Here… Continue reading

Her Shirt

I wear her shirt to bed All that I have of her All that is left of me Of a great cloth of love, A worn patch next to my skin Pressed to… Continue reading

Thinking of You

Thinking of you on a timeless day A rarity of desert grey Time suspended in my hands A web I weave where you might land Fresh of snow from your cold world To… Continue reading

In the Grace

Dawn in the grace of the poem Have I been washed in dew Showering now in the merest blue Of aurora being born to bright Night is done and my song I’ve sung… Continue reading

Sleeping Birds

   Sleeping birds Wilted in the heat of morn Black in branches dream Of trilling trickling in the throat I too wish for this Wet of warbling from your skin Pressed onto my… Continue reading

Midnight Rain

Sweet fresh morning rain May it drip down my desert face Onto your cheek and your lips Where you sleep in the green Left long ago at my back Far off over the… Continue reading

Into the Afternoon

We will go now into the afternoon Under the lime trees and palm fronds Out into the dapple wandering Will will go now gathering beams Into our hands come the sunwash Touch of… Continue reading

The Sixteenth Hour

The sixteen hour single parent workday Coming to a tired end with two down and One son left to go to dreamland I will tuck him in on his bed in my saddhana… Continue reading

Dreaming

Dreaming of her all night But in the morning she is gone Over the border into the mad world Now in the mental ward with the dark flowers Blooming in her hair While… Continue reading

She Has Gone Back

She has gone back to the mental ward To have Thorozene shoved down her throat And I sit in the debris of dusk Up to my neck in unshed tears This an old… Continue reading

Friday Dusk

Friday dusk and the wind is cutting loose With a thirsting for earthy wine it goes Twirling the neon dust of avenues Coiling the underbrush of starbirth It is going to burst In… Continue reading

In the Fresh

In the fresh afternoon I wish it could all begin rather than this straggle To the wounded end I’d go back To the start of the kisses To the first firelight And I’d… Continue reading

A Grey Day and Joni Mitchell

A grey day and Joni Mitchell morning Ladies of the Canyon And you always come to mind With your tresses in the wind And your hash pipes puffing How long ago it all… Continue reading

The Valentine

The Valentine silent and unseen The one long-lived with me I take it now out of its gilded box Built by time with tears for locks Handmade with skill and polished by heart… Continue reading

I Wrote a Poem

I wrote a poem And then I don’t believe I cried O this is not a good way To begin a cloudy day I will look for distraction Some hard labor to do… Continue reading

Drunk

Let’s go drink some cloud wine Stirred by sunset, ripe by time Take this eager hand of mine And we’ll get high on juice of life Elixers made of dark and shine Lets… Continue reading

Now, Love

To the empty bed go now, love, To the shadow left Where the crushed scent fled The broken stalks were strewn The torn deaf petals flew Hearing not the singing from the moon,… Continue reading

The Last Page

Let the last page float off Into the dark fingers the moon kisses To gleam like a jewel may it be Polished by the breath I gave Back to the world from sky… Continue reading

Threads

“The harp of the sad night Plays now in the eventide Here my meal of day is done Finished now my fruits of sun The walk alone in fields of moon Begun I… Continue reading

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