as soon as I appear, so does my aloneness, and you...

I am the loving of these liquid reflections weaving light into my eyes

I dance through waves of light and dark

sing songs of love and sorrow

play and weep and reach out to be heard…

poems form my lips as words slide through their own unraveling

I am the dreaming of yesterday

and tomorrow

my heart is the wings of angels

or is it the wind

melting the imaginary edges between inside and out

between hard and soft...

between cold and hot...

between you and me and love…

I am memory painting my aloneness, my lostness, and my dreams,

you are a sensuous liquid transparency that shines in my eyes,

we are this brilliant aliveness that cannot be found or lost

has no time nor timelessness, nor breath in between,

yet we breathe and sing and lose ourselves in the music,

in the love songs that form our lips, our eyes, our tongues, our hearts...

this is not neutral, not empty, but full, overflowing....

searing sun, wintery skies,

gray cats and hot tea…

humid equatorial lands

and dry endless desert

...warm shallow seas, sunlight rippling diamonds and the storm that suddenly appears, capsizing all and everything, even the wind

and yet we care, deeply, for as soon as I appear, so does my aloneness, and you...