Cementerio de Santa Maria Magdelena de Pazzis
Viejo San Juan, Puerto Rico
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Goodbye
Goodbye
1.
in the green
green
of July you
drive
curves among
the hills
each twist
intimately your's
in the
twilight
this is a
journey of longing
to touch the
past once more
and still
leap forward
blindly into
the arms of a lover
you dream
lifts you
above this
ancient ground
as night
slips along the horizon
you whisper
her name
touching your
fingers to your lips
in a familiar
gesture
you believe
she calls your name
in this way
each night
at the ocean
distance
wavers then opens
like eyes
2.
tomorrow
you will
touch each place
each memory
in a country
you will
never return to alone
the breath of
your childhood
pulsing in
your ears
as you step
tentatively
beyond this
moment
small
goodbyes tug at you
as you excuse
yourself
in a present
tense
for all the
entwined unbearable
histories
days years spent
and now lost
you remind
yourself
of necessity
this impulse
toward a
dream of a woman
who refuses
to allow distance
the
synchronicity of hearts
along an
expanse of time
she calls to
you on the tide
as you turn
to leave
you also
begin to come home
Avalon
Avalon
In
this white white house
on
the edge of the Atlantic
a
voice runs along my skin
trembling
at the texture
of
a woman you waited
ten
years to touch
slow
samba of the heart
as
you sleep dream
of
your life on this
bright
side of ocean
inevitable
calm
surrounds
you, I come
out
of the wind moist
with
ocean in my hair
to
find you to lay
my
head in your lap
the
heat of your hand
on
my face
stars
in the mist
on
the shore moonlight
barefoot
on the terrace
the
soft of this moment
of
this all
overwhelms
swirls
around us
you
asleep in a blue chair
and
I whispering to the moon
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Night Shore
Night Shore
I want to believe only
geography separates us
that missing you
will bring results
seascapes nightscapes
mementos of light
rushing into black
night arcs full
this dream ages me
futile as an impulse
torn against the keening wind
tiny mirrors of sound
and the helix
in the palm of your hand
turning prismatic
we dream of moons
full amber light
and sky
core of opal
what is overlooked
passion before
thought an afterthought
how lovely you are
would a kiss mean the same
I dream you dream
of me at night, my love
mountains call your name
misty to the dawning
elegant sweep of light
your every gesture
the beginning
beginning over
as if these could break
the spell cast
without need of thunder
Presence
Presence
your touch electrocutes me
breathless and mortal with desire
exploding down my spine
heart arrested by your gesture
toward me you move
in white silence
adagio of light luminous
fugue of my passion, reflected
in your eyes
there was a time
when only music could move me
to a place beyond simple fascination
passion translucent
divine
something smug
in the figure of my smile
no, only when you’re in the room
Friday, September 25, 2015
Waiting
Waiting
Standing on the precipice
Toes curling over the edge
How sharp the cut of rock
Sliced away a million years ago
How I dare invade to stand
So close to infinity without permission
This is a place of wanting
My heart sliced open trying
To find what’s left of my grace
If I have to sacrifice everything
To bring you back to me
Now after all the ruin and pain
I will on this edge
Of what comes next
I am humbled by the course of time
The way water seeks the ocean
The way the earth spins and
Makes the sun and moon rise and set
I have no right to certainty
Even if I crave its comfort
I stand here alone
In the all of the world
Waiting for you
To allow me back
My broken soul
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Poem That Comes Before Sleep
Poem that comes before sleep
I have lost you
pretending discretion
more a word
than choice
say it isn’t true
we know our path
biographies written
in hands we held
took you away
easy as sleep turned
dream you were gone
as children wake screaming
from nightmares in sleep
you were quiet
against dreams of going
as though my choice
night comes
I say too soon
too soon
have I lost
other hands
to this
Autumnal Equinox 2015
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