24-FEB-2007
my passion
...is to be in the same space with you and have so much air between us.
24-FEB-2007
sometimes lost
Sometimes lost, searching for another way to stand other than with my back against a wall, thoughts spilling into escape. Pushing fear away like so much concrete.
24-FEB-2007
sometimes pensive
Sometimes pensive, like Lao Tzu's butterfly. Is being here a dream, or am I?
24-FEB-2007
sometimes cold
Sometimes I am cold, and it is all I can do to hold my self in, and wait for morning.
25-FEB-2007
white 1
I was looking for you, who had taken my shadows and flung them out of the frame.
25-FEB-2007
white 2
You handed these flowers to me, then silently left. I waited until you were gone before I strung forgiveness and humility together and wove of them a bouquet of joy.
25-FEB-2007
white 3
Sometimes I lean against light, as it frames me. It is so bright and warm a thing. And I am unable to save it, or cradle it, or tie it to me with string.
24-FEB-2007
green crayon 1
A thick wall and barbed wire would not suffice to keep the light from returning so together we can dance.
24-FEB-2007
green crayon 2
I hold tightly what I dream, for what I dream is beautiful, and soon they will become me.
24-FEB-2007
green crayon 3
If I could take strands of light, and weave them into fabric, I would make a veil to wrap my face so I could taste light when I breathe.
24-FEB-2007
curve 1
When the late morning slants across the windows and the city is still: you can almost hear the afternoon's anticipation as the world spins, creaking.
24-FEB-2007
curve 2
Wait. I hear you, calling. Your voice is the windsong in the trees, and the silence after it is the sound of a thousand cranes leaving for winter.
