burning in your heart,… your own sunset

gulls soar into clouds

disappearing into sky

my wing-ed heart

.

waves

gently

harmonies

outside of time

.

broken sky

butterfly

on fragile wings

.

long shadows

gather

the empty fields…

who will watch the stars tonight?

.

skipping up the sidewalk

into your dreams…

every flower traces your nakedness

blooming and wilting

this kiss that cannot be kissed

or unraveled

time sighs and turns his head

the rolling hills become mountains

the top can never be seen

crest after crest after crest

and after

falls

falls

falls

into your footsteps

you have never walked a step

nor danced without another

or was it my shadow sliding down the street

I chased?

the pavement cracked

and shining…

my life,

shimmering

liquid

jewelry

that no one wears…

morning is a poem unraveling

shapes and colors of far away dreams

festooned with shimmering ribbons

unwinding paths

traversed

and not…

my breath

this breath

and the crickets

listening

first cars

first birds

first light…

feathered symphony melts into the singing…

who will read the poems in your heart

if you do not speak?

your tears

anoint my eyes

and I am blessed to hear your song…

unique and familiar

hoodlums in the street

breaking bottles

laughter….

first light streams through the tall canopy

one leaf

slowly

gently

falling

rising

suspended in the swirling…

my prayer in the wind…

.

burning in your heart,…

your own sunset

and the sunset of all you have known and will…

scarlets rimmed with golden

sizzle on the horizon

sea in flames

broken sea shells

retracing your footsteps in the growling darkness…