What’s it like to be so bright, so vivid,
so beautiful in the morning sun?
No runway model could ever compete
with your intricate brilliance.
from me to you
and you to him
from cold to warm
from sink to swim
from sad to mad
and sea to land
from life to life
and back again
The evening sun kisses you softly and I wish I were you.
Rays of late afternoon sun rained down into the water.
I thought I heard angels calling, but realized it was the
geese in the distance.
I will carry you today.
Will you carry me on some tomorrow?
mermen, shadows, silver lockets or stones–
telescopes, tea cups, or a broken corazon
in the eyes of a tired stranger
folded between words in a letter
tucked into the loft shelves
floating beside autumn winds
unsuspected, under hot pink petals