the world is now still
expectation fills the air
we wait for the storm
the first wind’s caress
breathing new life in my skin
we wait for the storm
the trees fall silent
and the blackbirds pause for thought
we wait for the storm
a grey cloud wanders
clutching at the fighting sun
we wait for the storm
heaven sings intent
a chorus of raindropped notes
the wait is over
let the sunlight dance
and cast shadows upon you
to reveal the truth
delicate velvet
folded as the dew sweet rose
opens her petals
when the light
shines right
upon the morning lake
it seems
my dreams
dance in its rippled wake
and from the water’s edge
I watch their ballet run
and build upon its meaning
for there are dreams to come
Hamburg 7 a.m.
how should words impart the dawn?
that release from night’s surreal kiss
which though blesses us with its domain
cannot compare with morning’s bliss
tinting shadows with its gold
and gentle touch that stirs the soul
into this vibrant gallery
of sight and sound and fragrance whole
here in this darkness
is where hidden thoughts of you
reveal their secrets
winding is the honeysuckle
its sweetness, intoxicating
that even the air around its buds
seems still as if its waiting
for this perfume to capture
and imprison all who breathe there
desires narcotic find the need
to exhale release within her
in a garden of wildflowers
painted high with morning dew
a deft dream on scarlet wings
the butterfly danced
between bloom and stem
and back again
brushing the petals
that brought him to rest a while.
oh how I envy the breeze
and its gentle kiss
across your skin
in the summertime.
there are wild pathways
tracks written in paw and claw
I yearn to follow
