on the occasion of daybreak…

 

before my thoughts
have a chance
to merge
with
daily routines
i ponder
if
i should die
before
you wake
or
you should die
before
i
wake
how might
that day
and
those
days that follow
change
will
life’s beauty
still
be revealed
since
our love
is embedded
in
our hearts
and
tho
we shall be apart
what was
still is
for
we have shared
what others
only
dream of

 

fire prevention…

 

had to remove
the palm tree
we planted
some 20 years ago
it was
too close
to
the house
crowding it
in
the same way
that
lies
crowd out
the truth
and
it had become
a haven
for rats
seems that
rats
prefer
old
palm frond skirts
so
down it came
and
with it
the last memories
of
your youth

 

possession…

 

how many
night sounds
inhabit
your dreams
does
the coyote’s
lone call
stir you
from
an old lover’s arms
leaving you
alone
in
the darkness
or
does
the pine tree’s
breathing
in the wind
remind
you
of
those
last promises
as
you shared
the sacraments
of
love
for
one
final time
before
night sounds
became
your
only
companion

 


i don’t wanna grow up…

 

do you remember
your laughter as a small child
how the silly things
washed away worlds of sadness
why not laugh again my friend