Love Note to the Sun

I see you born at perfect heights,

with pink dripping through your seams,

lavender on the light blue night,

on golden steps — and beams…and beams…

And I see you when you disappear,

in the final burst of your cascade -

when all hues melt, and then cohere,

into a color of no name.

I write all this to you this eve,

to honor a phrase I have heard,

and every girl, who would agree,

beauty has no mirror but our words.

So even if you have no ears,

Please read them out from afar.

I will place them under glass, here.

May you see the beauty that you are.

Sunset

I worship You like the sunset,
I take the colors deep inside,
until no reds or blues are left,
and all is black as night.
I bring the colors home with me –
and draw them out again,
for all the men who haven’t seen,
what light can do to them.
I draw until there’s nothing left,
and then stow away the pens,
and crawl inside my bed to rest –
Tomorrow we will meet again.

Until then.

Graduation

And as I have traveled rather far,
Well, it’s like the old man once said,
“Clouds are the curtains to the stars –
Upon which our dreams make their bed.”

For the clouds have parted their hands,
And I see the white dots on black,
My eyes – now go to these distant lands,
And write that they will never come back.

And I say: three cheers for those fools!
Stare long where your dreams once glanced!
For I have passed through clouds and jewels,
And so now to the stars will dance.

The Smile Which Lit the Sun

Was it her smile which lit the sun?
I dare not propose a lesser mark,
It is altogether more pure and done,
Than the land of heat and spark.

For the sun’s rays are oft too strong,
And are the sorest forms of hosts,
They give cancers, burns, and wrongs,
To those of us who love them most.

And how they observe their holy days!
And long dance in clouds of drear,
And so turn their warmest light to haze,
When their warmth is needed here.

Yet her smile is simply “the best”,
Never too weak nor too strong,
None the cursed but all the blessed,
All the right and none the wrong.

It is a journey to the sea and isle,
Before all light mystically begun,
And is a reminder of that smile -
Which dared to light the sun.

Clouds

Oh to keep breathing in,
the shades of her mind,
every color seems to light,
each piece of me inside,
and in those thinning blues,
with tiny textures and delights,
I’ve climbed her graceful spaces,
and flown so many flights,
never fearing the horizon,
where the colors seem to fade,
for past it is where her secrets,
most surely must still wait.
On the other side of here,
is where I yearn to go,
to catch some lovely wind,
and be forever blown,
and in the waiting future,
when we reach some dark side,
we’ll dip into her white clouds,
and never leave that sky.

Friends

In the sky they began their flight,
a thousand reds with no end,
dashed into horizons so beautiful –
which I never learned to comprehend.
I picked my favorite shade,
before each hue began to fall,
yet I mourned every color’s passing,
having learned to love them all,
even those shades of rouge,
where the sky seemed to bleed,
for what reason I know not –
or at least can never much agree.
But if I could yet track the colors,
join them somewhere, someplace free,
like prayers which slip into clouds,
on their way into eternity,
I’d paint them just the same,
upon the blue canvas, bare,
never question their design –
or at least not give it so much care.

The Photon March

The light can’t stop as it hits her face,
the photon march begins,
as I gaze from across the lake,
in my princess’ spyglass lens.
Through the hole her face is lit,
the butterfly wings begin to bend,
just as love dances in my head,
in a way the world could never comprehend.
See the windows dreaming,
they’re pictures through and through,
as the grass begins seaming,
the holes nature grew.
In my soul there comes a feeling,
of a love giant screaming,
the words? — she only knows.