becalmed

with determined hands

you would tie the tail

of your dreams to me.

but my spars are busted,

the sackcloth of my skin is ruined,

and there isn’t much of a wish holding me together.

I rise to the wind no more,

flight is a prayer I have lost faith in

.

some days

some days are too heavy

to hold up with both hands,

the noise of the sun rancorous.

it becomes a game, the waiting until

the distance brings silence

and the moon takes me in

her pallid arms

.

edges

all the days I kissed you

turned to glass

things break

even though it is a liquid

it can not conform to

the container of the present

I found a place where the

water is black but also green.

the hands of the sea stole

the pieces but could not hold them.

glittering they faded into the depth

there are people who collect sea glass,

the broken edges softened to  translucency.

can they imagine any of the days

that were lost?

.

do you wear summer dresses?

the kind the sun shines brighter

through as it curves around your skins

silhouette.

will you let your hair tumble with laughter,

your skin glimmering in the bright air?

the breeze shimmering

in the gauze as you dance shameless

among wildflowers

when the night hawk calls at dusk

will you give him your answer.

.