its guests transmit’d
on a one-way ticket
to an unseen mystery
while failures of hi-tech
continue to enhance
the myth… or its veracity
when the rain from thy words
laps upon me
the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination
with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow
and I am awash with Light
knowledge for one’s enjoyment
with laid-back wonder
boats anchor’d—
shores of point loma—
united landing at refurbish’d airport—
solar turbines—
star of india—
anthony’s—
pac star cruises
seaweed stretching from shallows
to surface and nursing rocks
bordering harbor drive—
a curious pigeon bobbing for scraps
too hot to be jogging
unless you’re a jogger
Tomorrow’s not soon enough
to warm our hearts
and ope thy clouds
with splendent rain
to awaken dreams
of such Friendhood
of Love
of Harmony
that we might ne’er know
thy dusk
from the bugles of despair
towards that sparkle
in the spire of time
oh! to feel the warm voices
of angels
on the wings of a Miracle
her love of color
mutating either side
to her swank appeal
to marveling eyes
but only one
Dragon of Good Fortune
rising
where rainbows prism peaks
of clashing cascades
