eyes crawl

in words
grace falls
falling from the page

falling down for quite some time
every soft silence is falling
every flying dream
falls swiftly down

every enjambment
every word
every note
falls down to
your feet

where the beat
lifts it up again
where the ache
begins again
where you dance
it up
and feel your Heart

again

where you lift your eyes
from the mud to the skies
looking like an Angel or a dirty Saint

seeing the words in the clouds and the rain
in the stars and galaxies filled with dust and fire
in the wars of men and the gathering of moths
in the sweetest honey mead and your broken guitar
in the sea and the wind and the shadows of the street
in the secret in your eyes

where you

see the space
where my pen aches

Zenses

these eyes which clearly see,
only see shadows, partial images, dust and ashes;
mere reflections ... I am blind!

these ears which soundly hear,
only hear echoes, random noise, modulated vibrations;
cacophonies ... I am deaf!

these lips that move to speak,
only mouth nonsense, utter prattle, articulate nothing;
spacious double-talk ... I am dumb!

these senses cannot grasp the ineffable nor embrace the infinite!
You are beyond the reason of mere understanding,
I am struck deaf, dumb and blind,
by Your beauty and mystery!

nevertheless, You are in this Heart caressed ...

edges as parting lips

sea the Moon
interlaced by waves
a tessellating path of light
trees, water and visions of whales bursting through

those edges where life
and death merge
the sea, the land,
you and me

abundant and wet
blow holes, anemones, starfish and mussels
a fish wriggles longingly to the shore gasping in the Sun
an evolutionary urge; that Sun sets in the Sea,
your tongue in me --

it doesn't mean a lot, the fish edging to that last gasp:
it is everything to kiss you
it is ...

a hurried sentence came over me

while my hand gently grazed over the paper
my pen began to tremble

outside an empty car stole the silence
shooting lamps of red and white
the horn bleating of theft when no one was there
to hear it

in my unfolding book
of poems it is like that