Leaves

Absorbing scattered light, like always reaching for a dream,

never being more than a pebble to the stream,

never being more than a tapestry's frayed seam.

Twirling through the air as if a jugglers knife,

of their never-ending job, exhausted from the strife.

I see the leaves dance as they seek to grace the earth with their last vestiges of life

Their hope is simple, their cause is great

That in new life they may elate,

That their cause, like a syncopated heart may beat: forward

And new growth may burst skyward.

How is it that marigolds did not bloom from the folds made by our clasped hands? How is it that that the stars haven’t cried since the day that we died? Ohh but they did my love, and they always will. For I know that the sky, and I, still miss you. The clouds were my pillow and, like the lonely willow must also be weeping for our long gone love. Like the sap from the tree, the pain in my heart can’t stop seeping. For when I wake, the sheets are stained with more tears, than I could ever make. Please graft me my lover, and grow within the shade of my arms. This I say to the echoes of our entwined heartbeats, and your charms. This I ask to my lover long gone. Tell me how I became your pond and you my ripple, I your cane and you my cripple. I may have held you up, but without you holding me I lacked the strength to stand. So I must fall.

Sahara

Become the sand enfolded in the draft that is me.

Become dust within me.

Float across my body, and become the leaves to my tree.

Let the falling leaves be our eulogy.

It's body is the track, It's soul is the train.

Sit, don't fidget, you must refrain.

Eyes open, hearts grow cold as we forget to fight the mold.

Tilt the cart and sparks will fly.

Stop, the masses will reply.

Be as dry as dust blow brush,

and be open to the fires' touch

Try to avoid it's gorgon gaze,

And watch as I set my heart ablaze.