November 2012

lovers' eyes closed like perfectly matching calligraphy lines

You dance in my chest cavity,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.

blue flag irises
stirring in my mind
a hokku

an endless sea
dances within my chest . . .
the swish of words

star-gazing —
what words will name
the darkness?

star-gazing —
night measures out
empty space

star-gazing —
the calligraphy
of her eyes

All Soul's Day —
dawn camouflages
the night

dawn to dusk,
pining on an island:
unfulfilled love

spring winds down . . .
behind marbled clouds
a full moon

in her journal
a pressed blossom ages —
end of spring

at the crescent moon
the silence
enters the heart

midnight moon —
the stillness without
seeps within

In seasonal rain
along a nameless river
fear too has no name

springtime . . .
the poet too
plants alone