
escarcha
azul
pensamientos
nieve
paz
fuego
bosque

escarcha
azul
pensamientos
nieve
paz
fuego
bosque

in the grey mist,
i saw you standing with your head bent
pondering a single spot of destined illumination–
i almost called out to you in recognition
and then realized how silly that would be
since i was so very far away

drops of rain reflecting you
and me
and time
and silence
and stillness
and action
and eternity

your beautiful shiny petals
beckoned me to take a closer look,
it was then that you whispered
and i could almost hear your soft sounds–
but someone bumped into my shoulder
and i missed your subtle sunday afternoon message

it waits there, quietly
and patiently
and pliantly–
it waits until it is perfectly ready to bloom

the world keeps turning
and yearning
for yet another day

your blue-green eyes burn bright through the middle of my spirit and down the line of wild Iberian ancestors who lend a protective hand above your golden hair–
you are a fierce force of celtic clad fire,
girl of steel and barbed wire,
maiden of eternal spring,
a gilded royal May Queen

exposed to the elements of passing time–
her happiness turned to rust

i look up at the moon
and wonder–
are you looking at the moon?
are you wondering if i’m
wondering
if you’re looking at the moon?

the complicated composition
of pattern on pattern–
shadows of imagined conversations
echoes of envisioned confrontations
murmurs of romantic desperation
filter through paned glass
in the afternoon sun
with waning expectations