Writer’s Block

senseless ink
waltzing
on a blank canvas

to the song
of a dark ocean
teeming
with broken thoughts

until the puzzle pieces
crack the scribe
with a word

then an idea

Lost and Found

an ancient room
with a doorway
to a modern past

an Empire
ere the birth
of Sibling Towers

(discovered NY photo courtesy of unknown shutterbug)

Canyon

angelic sculptors

their chisels
of wind
and rain
and heat
and cold
and tremors
of night and day

with heavenly approval
for discovery

Zen of the Deep

my flesh
asleep
in th’ unfeeling cold

the soul of my thoughts
arous’d
with compassion

the sodden’d darkness
alive
with profound understanding

I am enlighten’d

Covenant for Love

in our rags
in our riches

could have been first sight
could have been long sharing

so certain now
so uncertain about far tomorrow

but today our eyes mirror
with surety

“I do.”

Spirit Visitation: Past with Present

our temple
now with gray hair
but still a berth of reverence

her world
even grayer
a cloak of more formal attire
but for hand-me-downs
in yens for power and blood

will another millennium
amend this bearing
or this conversation stay?

until then…