pink knotweed

sweet honeysuckle

this side of a dream

sounds of the rainforest
flowing down bricks

sweet vibrations
of your sleep

clouds that settle
on our skin

nothing is in focus
but your touch

like a leaf's green edge
reaching through the mist

white swan on sand

reset

shall we say
that home is a nest over the sea

and when God's counter resets
I return

my wings become hills of down
under the wind

shall we say that home
is a field of snow

and when God's counter resets
my white tips wait

to bloom upwards
meeting your breath

sweet autumn clematis

baby swans

guardians

I did not summon you
but you rode up with me
from sleep

what danger
am I waking to
that guardians appear

armed with the winds power
and the desert's silence

companions
brown as dunes
protect my wandering steps

as my scarred heart
walks the plank
of morning

baby swan nearly grown

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HELP

when you get this message
be ready to
lift me gently
while I melt
into your infinite
cupped hands

when you get this message
be ready to
hold me
while my eyes open
to my soul's darkness

when I tremble
when my breath shrinks inside my mouth
and my feet are rooted
from running away

be ready to
remind me
to lean on
your bed of sunshine

when I get this message
from myself

seawall wave

so near

your hand
touches
my shadow

fireflies skip
between stars

trout slide
under
roots

minnows
move as one
tide

sun slips
beneath
the moon

I find
your faraway
galaxy

so near

purple morning glory

world of shadows

looking in hunger
down to a world
of shadows

where sunlight
squirms and slithers
through fingers of moss

I dive from the sky
in darkness that splinters me
into a thousand sparks

and my eyes when I wake
have lids that close
to velvet blackness

my new heart
lights its caverns
with fire

full moon tide

no more smooth seas

few know as I do
waves swelling to
inches from heaven

few know as I do
all waves must fall

no more smooth seas
my ship will ride you
to the ocean's floor

in the rare air
between towering peaks
in the throat of the storm

morning stream

so much is new

so much is new
again

the cradle of your cheek
curved like a cat's back

eagles that hold down the sky
with their wings

planets splitting at the heart
like ripe melons

so much grows
again

spilling out
from your smile

like a candle flame
climbing the breath of trees

goldfish

sliding away

sliding away
that one perfect day

when life held you tight
as you flamed across the sky

and the universe
rolled itself

small and snug
inside your chest

breathless
behind your breathing

melting away
that one perfect day

like snow
down your bare shoulders

Comeau stream

my soul sprouts feet

my soul sprouts feet
reaching thin roots
into the lush earth

my soul breaks
on smooth stones
like the sea

it rages
inside my ribs
like a cat in a cage

pours itself out
like honey
into your hand

lift it
to your lips
and pass it along