The stars are only for dreaming I want to go out where they’re teeming With a thousand love songs receding While nature takes its burly course In purple canyons, highways abandoned Crippled townships that are stranded In a drought that can’t be tamed In a country that won’t be shamed Multitudes are my guesses About your sweet caresses And one…

of the gypsy’s daughter — In the parade of youth’s many untruths Set away on a vermilion day Astray, the pecking order now decayed Frayed at its edges in the Sun was you To say I chanced a look would be uncouth Not quite the truth, such, you glittered as gold Foretold was the culmination of youth Such charmed and…

poem — That you may capitulate in the month of May Not show your face a single day Nor come before the spring sets in That’s not for me to say Or chance my luck upon a wish Prolong my hope, October ish Surely that’s not a prize to over bear Not a burden you must adhere A dally among…

from the top of the world — I’ll await you in stormy weather Among the ruins of never-never Sought afar at disparate gorges Risk the rocks and crevice fallen Stoop towards the tether thrown That you may fall toward my hand Walk the trails, not tumble prone Passages carved like seeds are sown In ice, in winds of little shelter Not smite nor sting, nor even…

inspiration — If doubt thus occupies your sweet displays Advantage must be gained by the long haul So cast an eye across all you survey And find aversion in the blackest pall Be done with all reason, be done by me Be brought into your season of wonder Once to be blind now hopefully can see Hills traversed mightily…

streaming love Am I a seeker of shadows A weaver of dreams Come a nightmare gleaned Only to cry a river Do you too weave dreams Swim up stream Race the tide Arrive on the fate of its shores Sometime before dawn… Are you a dream caster everlasting Never to be ignored An unimagined source On the precipice of a new age Enlightened…

poetry — If the sun scorches the land and sea Lays waste to the flowers and trees If I don’t see you, if you’re cast free I’ll await my sweet one, O so fair …go on a wing and a prayer If the moon doesn’t shine, if the tides lose their time My heart guides you in doubt…

poetry — If I become your prithee scribe A sacrament to hide behind Your joy for amusement in the dark A lark for the seasons of your heart A broken soul for around midnight Fly nearest the sun — your alibi Another lie, allay your pride Your venture on the quiet Your…

poetry — Is this the end Are we never to live again Has grace lost its eternal quest Should I just wander in the desert Beyond the pulse of the glass screen A life serene No longer scrolled, scolded or stolen Far from all extremes, or remain Where love is lost Where summer has no innocence Where I am but binary currency Floating…