WHEN I AM GONE

When I am gone,

Don't lament that 

We never said goodbye.

For I am as the flower

That disappears into

The breeze--

A beautiful memory,

Fragilely fleeting.

I am the energy

That cannot be

Created or destroyed.

I am simply transformed

Into the summer breeze

That brings relief;

The light from the moon,

Illuminating your path;

The smile that comes

When you remember me.

Even when long forgotten,

I am still here.

UNFINISHED POEMS

Unfinished poems are:

A moment, not seized,

That passed too soon;

Inspiration drowned out

By responsibilities of life;

A silent birthday wish 

Dared to be spoken;

A million beautiful thoughts

Left tangled on the page…

RIPARIAN REDEMPTION

Weary warrior,

Return to your lover.

Release your anxieties

As you frolic in her fury

Or bask on her beaches.

Let the adult die,

And your child thrive.

Be renewed by her

Riparian Redemption.

SUNRISE PT 2

Sunrise awakens the sleeping night,

Transforming crystal to topaz & tourmaline.

Silent snow becomes the perfect frame

As Michelangelo creates his greatest work.

Just as a wedding dress becomes the accent piece

When donned by a bride full of hopes & dreams,

So the sun enlivens the dullest hearts

With the hope of dreams to be fulfilled.

SUNRISE PT 1

The fires of the sun, racing across the sky,

Whisper to my heart like an intimate secret between lovers--

As if I alone awake to the most beautiful woman in her most vulnerable state,

An eternity of bliss created from one fleeting moment.

IN PRAISE OF THE GODDESS

Smoke in the trees arise

As a token of our sacrifice

To the great Goddess,

Who blesses with surf so ceaseless.

Faith once broken by man

Is now renewed and restored

By Her waves of Grace

That overcome the darkest malaise.

Now our hearts ablaze in praise

Like the fires of the sun after the rain.

At last, our search is over

For serenity is found in Her arms.

Amen.

RIPARIAN PHOENIX

Like a phoenix, I arise.

With riparian feathers, I fly.

Let anxieties now die

As I taste my River high.

And while my face may belie

The ebullience inside.

When enough beer’s imbibed,

I'll release my battle cry.