San Diego

Lobes of Eucalyptus
Blaze against the sky
As day unfolds;
The trees, grave sentinels
Above the cars and dust,
Translate
The rays of heaven
Far below.

Mirkwood

So many crossings in this world
Of kindred thought;
I must have lost the trail.
Where is the hidden glade,
the crackling fire?
I can hear elvish laughter
In the night.....
Nothing is there but ashes
In the light.

To a Friend

To think we lost connection
In the crush of time,
That lacking point of reference,
We fell out of mind.....
To know now it was darkness
That had closed the door,
The pain erases everything
I thought before.
My grief is twice as heavy,
For I also mourn
The load I didn't bear;
The weakness left unborne.


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Sabbath

A rest from labor;
Is it joy?
Rejoining?
An endless ripple
In the heavenly expanse;
Perpetual motion
Of the holy dance.

Fuel

The midnight oil
Flows freely
When it wants to;
A slick illusion
Of the puddled night.
And if it burns
A portion of tomorrow,
Let's hope
The loss was worth
A bit of light.

Magnetic Poetry

There is nothing for it
But to stride ahead,
Into the fog of floating words
And uncemented meaning;
Walking not by sight,
Perceiving light
Behind a closed fridge door.

Reflection

Compose the world,
Every stroke watering imagination;
Soft white movement
Captured
In a concrete dazzle.