in the purple afterlife of twilight
seconds after leaving a bar of
drunken friends and strangers
twelve hours after you bury
your greatest loss, bury it
deep in thick soil, setting the
summer sky on fire like a funeral pyre
the sky shuts you off from the sun
and entrenches you in darkness that
feels like a right place to be

the people watch
from behind their glass, like
leopards in trees

escape, where is this?
death?

On an afternoon of rain and wind
thoughts go to where they shouldn't stray
and wander forward to the end.
Who shall leave and who shall stay?

I don't think I could bear to see
my life's love lying cold and still.
So selfish as the wish might be
let me be the first to top that hill.

But should I be the one bereft,
wait just past the crest for me.
I know my heart will soon be cleft
and I'll be caught up with you shortly

She!

You must appreciate,
That the Phoenix
Here is not I
But a distraught one
I did try to rise
Above the pavilion of self,
Tsunamied by the grace
Of thy God
Tis only love
I wanted upon my soul
To shower upon that Phoenix,
A beautiful flower
Ere the limitations
Of physical constraints
Cease her to exist
But she has a heart of gold
To her poetry and mind
Despite her limitations
I’m sold

if not for the shadow
be there a light?

where do poems come from
if not dreams remembered
from untamed floors of Jacob's sleep
swept and varnished
into hard gem-like memory

crystallized rock of ages
singing mermaid songs
gathering
into brilliant dust
to be seen

the price of comfort
a stone's throw into
circles of being
flowing
into the Sargasso Sea
like amazing grace

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsCp5LG_zNE