This, My Columbia

This, My Columbia
... The Columbia River

" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)

" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)
August, 2011 id3300

" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )

" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )
August, 2011 id3286

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Holding Time Around Her Waist

I held Time
Around her waist
Sweet and fleetingly
On dancing feet

From arrogance
To enlightenment
In three easy paces
For three easy Seasons,

Though wishing not
To dance the fourth,
While growing older
Slowing and colder,

No longer as handsome
No longer as bold
Nor old man memories for me

As Winter knocks early
Upon every door,
Last chance promises
Of redemption and encore,

For from the dance floor
Swept wide and casting deep
The ballroom music of infinity
Calling from the faraway
With promises of gentle sleep.


The Trumpeting Swan Calls

The Trumpeting Swan calls
Mournful and sonorous
From the deep dead night
And passes over
In white feathered robed flight.

Mystic bagpiper
Winging silent
Through gathering shards
Of morning light.

Friday, September 09, 2011

Crossing New York Ferry

In a dream
i clinged flush
against her
while we rode
the Staten Island Ferry
in October's breeze

And we stood embraced
and pressed together,
Near the railing
and close to the bow
and we felt passion,
we were free

Cleansed from the ocean's spray,
Moist in the nape of our necks
and wet of tears,

We only heard
what we saw
in each other's eyes,
and saw nothing
that we heard,

Crossing over that day
on the ferry,
i said "I love you"
but awoke too soon
for your reply,

And just in that brief moment
My dream went by
and joined the clouds
Crossing the Hudson River
in a New York Sky.