Collapsing Rainbows

Amidst nocturnal reflections, your opal flame glows,
chasing away the haze of somnolent visions
that land and rest upon my eyelids;
lethargic flies.

The morning oranges shake their summer cheeks
heads quivering, they laugh at my window, joyous
announcing you.

Your cool breeze wafts in unexpected
With an ambush of snowy kisses.

Your hidden song whispers continually
its effervescent music
born of dark forests
distant tides, collapsing rainbows.

Second Sight

Angel of angels
Light of lights

In my dreams you pursue me
Through my darkest nights

You guide me
Grant me second sight.

They call me an entity Incomprehensible
Because I speak not with words
But with tones and fragrances
Because silently I seek you
With moon beams
And bleeding carnations

Because my only refuge
Is a star that dies slowly

Because I know why the caged bird sings.

Angel of angels
Light of lights

Still you guide me
Grant me second sight.

Cedars of the East

In my blood
I carry cedars of the East
Olive trees
A thousand burning Suns.

In my skin
Silk of Phoenicia
Strumming lyre
Beating drum.

At night
I play with tigers
Fly with dragons,

At dawn
I rise with the Song
Of a Tower's solitary monk.

The earth here is rich
With the sweat and
Bursting hearts

Of the people
For whom
The Pharaohs wait

With royal seal
And beetle's hum.

Rising Sun

Companion in the Ascent,
We are two birds of one Wing,
Souls afire,
Heat pulsing through our phoenix feathers.

Light of my perilous nights,
Beacon of Jade and Gold
I sighted you from afar,
and You chased the Dread shadow
with your Face of Dawn.

A new Day bears it fruit,
Beloved, I come running.

The Sun also rises
Beloved, I come running.

Two rivers turn into an Ocean ,
their mottled heads
Unite in one solitary wish,

Beloved, I don't care
The day is fleeting
I come running.

Winter's Harvest

You were that long, gentle August
That planted its forest seeds
In the hearts of the leaves.

You were that crepuscular dawn
Submerging me in waves
Of stubborn, wild berries.

Summer’s sweetest drought coursed
Through the grapevines of your arms,
Silent cornucopias that shudder beneath my lips.

This falling and awakening
Encircles us in a dream,
Of pleasures postponed,
Our winter’s harvest.