.. My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you..
.. Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night..
..I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair..
.. The wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep..
.. Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day..
.. You fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought..
..I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night..
.. Across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight..
.. My heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow..
.. If it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart..
.. Paint in blue and black.. Sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet..
.. At morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock..
.. Careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist..
..I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce.. Into the idea of you..
... And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again.. For we have come too far my Life, to turn back now..