Matadors and Princes

That the old could love

I worry that you will make lace of my ribs

Eastern prayers on our breath

You are not my king

You are his crown

that only truths wind

through willows will sift

to whisper it’s breath

in your cheerless cliff

sunset may land

night moon may rise

Wintery Earth (Suite)

Let us fool ourselves again,

make an altar at your bed

Nave and navel sacrement

Heads lay peaceful in the wind

Wintery Earth

Let’s fool ourselves again

make monasteries of your home

I’ll feign death for your gods

you’ll feign sleep for  your own

 

Wars that send man back to forest

Hinterlands

Feathered bird do sing so lonely

from the tops of lungs and ferns

 

Windily bestow upon me

Hinterlands and Tall Timbers

you are my hearts sorrow

you are my nights sun

but you are my days end

Spidered Web

like the wind loves spider webs

Bundlestick words

your bundlestick words are where stomach meets butterflies

Clair de Lune

lip or window sill

I would sit by you

when the night dances with moon

even if you hate my will

please forgive me

for forgiving you so soon

but you are lake and I am loon

we grew up on clair de lune

My Velveteen Rabbit (Found)

My painter

My poet

My velveteen rabbit

My drum beating,

Word weaving

Dark Ocean

Flute forest

Peter Pan

I hope the night finds you well

and that the day hasn’t weighed you as it usually does

my peter pan

you are the oldest soul I know

The Endless Sky

He loved the endless sky and every star in it but she couldn’t love him

Sage

Remember the summer I pressed our garden sage

between the covers of your old books

because their smell would make you sneeze

Stormy Minds

She said “I could kiss you till my cheeks are blue

but there will be no love under this moon”

She wouldn’t want to cloud his stormy mind