Lama

I knew it was a dream when you let me hold you close,
touch your neck to heal a pain, and draw close to a kiss.
You said you had told your father that I was like a lama;
I smiled and said I was no lama, yet was glad you thought
of me in that way. You were happy that I came.

I was the happier one, believe me my dear.
It was a dream from which I did not want to awaken.
I could have remained asleep like this for aeons,
or until the spell was broken. Now that I am awake
there is a nostalgia for the realm of the invisible.

Zen of Stars

My Heart yearns for new food

as does a stream long to explore

new avenues to share its water.

Like a zen of stars I meditate

upon the endless possibilities

that await me and you.

If I am unsure, it is because

I do not wish to pollute the

final great event…

17/01/08

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Standing in the rain
I feel roasted
like a chestnut
under homeless heat.

I have nothing but
my own convictions
and my mettle
and my own little
battles.

Contented, I wonder

and allow trinkets of rain
to fall like crystal
jewelry for mistress sweet.

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