Sunday, August 15, 2010

butterfly having a snack

raise the dawn

red sun
with your fingers folded
do you know me

clouds upon your brow
do you remember

seeds in the urgent earth
are you waking

skin of the desert soil
are you breaking

with your eyes upon me
can you touch me

white and searing
as a cymbal crashing
will you spare me

face the dawn
as if the sun
were rising

where will I plant my feet
to raise the dawn

Thursday, August 05, 2010

sun behind cherry tree

it's not that I need you

it's only that
you own the air

and the far violet rim
of the earth
is yours

and the sudden forest
when you brush past me

here, where I'm showing you

it's only that
my heart
beats to the rhythm of wings

in your air

it's not
that I need you