Spinners Gold

Dancer on a thread

Of ghostly silk

How did I miss you

before?

When today you

Made small

so much taller.

Life …

So more needy.

So less greedy

To run round

a clock in a daze.

Gilded leaf

In a spin

In a whisk

Of the wind

In the grip

Of the invisable

Weavers

How did I miss you

Before?

When today

I’m all wonder

And beholden

To you

Earth.

Tiny

Dancer on a thread

Of the web

How I do  love

You more

as the

Ticking of time

Makes

More….

beautiful

Minds
and

All the sweeter

Our finds.

Dancer, tiny dancer

In the daylight

Creep into the

Rhythm of hearts

And spin us some

More of

Your fascinating

Pulse.

The Unforgotten Sand

Sand how she sits with her feet in the water

And a body, all of it, tattooed in footsteps

Sand how she’s second to ocean

How she’s second to motion

But the bed gone

But the bed forgotten

Would take all

Just the same.

Sand with her firm grip

To the tide

To the ride

Of life

All Soft round the edges

Hilly in the dunes

Home to the buried

Crawlers and wriggling

Undercurrents.

Sand how he clings

Like a hold that need not end

How she dances in tiny

Hints of gold

With the wind

On mass

Sand toasted

By sunlight

And soothed by the

Sea and a playground

For Kings and Queens in

Tiny castles where

Anyone is the sculptor.

In the soft fall

In salted bliss

In the smell of

A briny wonderland

And the feel of hope

And....

I will not forget

Who you are.

Heart Spectrum

Spectrum heart-
In every drop of water
in every hue
Though a
tiny ivy leaf
might hang
on for dear
life...
Red
heart
thread
of the curved
seams
to the archers
of bowed
cherry blush
to the orange
flush.
Hearts blue
Oceans new
Though
poured into
land
for the scalloped skirts
of a wild dance
in the new chance
at spirit.
Heart black
heart stack
like a pack of
silver playing cards
thrown across
the ebony sky
of a planetary high.
Heart lilac
Heart pilot
two wings
fused
welded
to flying
dreams
in the
beams of
tomorrow
Pink heart
Pink start
heart green
heart seen
on the whisper
of a moment
of a hold
where the cold
turned to
color
and
was
never
forgotten.

The Gliders

In between

In the seam

Comes the gliders

Comes the

paperbark

Rider

Mahogany

glider  

In the free space

Between

Intent

Comes the

easy, long

Silent, slow

And smooth

Delight

Comes the

Glider

Dressed

In freedom’s

Flight.

Comes the

Moments

Of Pop out

Beauty  

You never

Were expecting

Like a beautiful

Busker with

A cello wearing

No shoes.

Like the notes

Sliding invisible

To a decadent

Glide

In the middle

Of rushing

Traffic.

In between

In the seam

Comes the gliders

To fly unpowered

To open and stretch and

Release -

To serenity

Like the water

Before it crashes

Like a Sheath of liquid silk

In mid fall

Like luxury

That comes free.

In between

In the seam

Comes the gliders

Like a dance on the street

Where a body turns

To chocolate syrup

Running over

Warm shapes

And you stop

In the bliss

For a break.

In between

In the seam

Comes the best

Part of living

Comes the gliders.

Comes the reason

For everything

Else.