trees entwined
apart and
sea silver
in the fire of the moon
and the stars
and the sun
quietly sleeping below
mountains beckoning clearly
through the air

this is the home
we have created and found
created and bound

alone is no longer lonely

#119. No Way

December 22, 2009

No Way

to explain
why you are the best
except
Tat tvam asi.
That thou art.
It is enough.

The trees that rustle outside the terrace
agree with me.

#70. There’s Something

November 3, 2009

There’s Something

in the turn of a narrow drive
a sweep of field
the decaying house stark
against Long Island sky.
The ruined garden echos lovers
whisper in the long ago
moonlight.

How beautiful can the silhouettes of trees be?
What earth stirring there is
in a small placid lake
separated from a crashing sea
by a small strip of woodlands.

Oh the ducks are so well
organized
but the gulls go thier own way.

#12. No Way

September 8, 2009

No Way

to splain
why yr the best
except
Tat tvam asi.
That thou art.
It is enough.

The trees that rustle outside the terrace
agree with me.

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