songs of the future
crawl back
begging to know the joy of THIS 
moment.

sweet anticipation pales
to that devilish grin
and sweet embrace.

terms of endearment
wrapped in a smile
or toothie grimace.
could this be love?

infectious ingenuousness
and whimsical wisdom
wrapped up in a wild foment of joy.

moon scattered waters, and
purple and pink peaks - majesty muted by the night, and
vast vales of black, - all
soar by swiftly.....

landscapes of dreams, returning to their homes.


and rocking,
forward and
shimmying sideways
with song and back
up
again, we hurtle
ever to-
wards destiny.

Night's wild
torrents of silence
strip you bare-
naught but truth to gird against the light....
but you shed that long ago.

and in darkness
you wait frightened,
and alone-
for your eyes are closed 
to me,
sitting
beside you.

but I stay,
nearly blinded
by the light
burning
within you.


if only 
you knew
what splendor I see.
if only
you could see
the wonder in you.

caught
by this slice of infinity,
the silence burns
yet still I cannot see.


each
moment a
precipitous
gift onto the next.
and I wonder
what
demons tumble beyond
the darkness.

if but
this were true.





Heron calls
angrily.... awkwardly....
enchantingly...
and I pray,
no more.

slipping through the
wind,
praying for thunder,
and
comforted by fear.


so many sunny smiles
lost to forever.


twisted fates
skewered by rainbows of hate.


a new legion born
ready to die.

winter's death rattles
against the coming storm as
whispers of
spring scream
through the night- whispers
so sweet and
faint,
like my lover's smile
on a sticky
summer's day, before
falling
ever so tender,
into
deepest eternity.

coming back
again
to me,
so the world
may see
how fire burns
when fueled by love,
whiskey,
and a six demon bag.

heart and deed
ne'er apart:
the road to divinity,
or at the very least,
inner equanimity 

slipping apart
into a most
sweet future
with you.


Joy
never felt 
so
damn good.