One Million Miles (Divergence)

(You are there and I am here a million miles away)

I tell my ears to ache

Not for your voice or the sound of your coming,

But they do not heed.

I tell my eyes to languish

Neither for your smile nor the sight of your passage,

But they give no regard.

I tell my heart to yearn

Never more for you or for your resonance,

But it does not take note.

I tell my lips to cherish

Not our Love or your endless beauty,

But they do not notice.

I tell my soul not to cry,

I tell these hot tears not to fall,

Knowing that it will, hating that they must,

As we go our separate ways.

To A Friend, As the Storm Passes

The laughter and joy of sunshine and summertime,

The freedom of youth

Ant the glory of being the harbinger of joy coming

Are all yours.

The twinkling of the sun is found in your smile

And heaven in your voice.

The stars at night are pale next to your eyes

And your laughter.

It would be better for the world and all in it

If your tears ne’er ran

For when sadness overcomes you, no one and nothing

May remain untouched.

In the times to come, when you are further along life’s road,

Will come the soft rains.

That those crystal drops of innocence would bring

Me to your mind

Is all that I ask.

Raindrops

I hear these raindrops

Fall, falling

Against windowpanes that no longer

Hold your reflection

Or feel the warmth

Of your breath.

We have much in common

These windows and I;

A shade pulled over us both

Now that you are gone.

But I remember those deeper raindrops,

Running, dripping, dancing

Along a body that was Thunder,

As we felt the warmth,

The wind, the power

Of our Storm.                                      

We made Love like Life,                                                                      

Myriad in expression,

Beautiful like you and I;

Nourishing the gardens of our hearts

When you were here.

I still see those tender raindrops

Rolling, streaming, being

First diamond wine birthed in passion

By your eyes as you blissed,

Later the hot/salt children                     

Of anger, forming the river

That eroded us,                                                     

Drowning our desire,

Washing away all of our promises

And carrying you on.

Maybe We’ll Be Sky There

It’s easy to remember our days together

(Beautiful like rain)

And hard to forget the nights in each others arms;

(Beautiful like moonlight)

Now that I spend watchful, wakeful nights

(Beautiful like my Muse)

Walking alone under the stars.

(Beautiful, just right)

I feel your smile in the clouds at sunset,

(Beautiful like the lakeshore)

Searching for a hint of your perfume in the breeze

(Where we so beautifully loved)

Longing for some sign from Heaven

(Beautiful like you and me)

To soothe our careless Love.

(Beautiful like blue lights at Christmas)

I’d give all my tomorrows

(On a beautiful winter’s night)

For just one tonight together;

(Beautiful like your sweet arms around me)

Remembering what we were,

(Beautiful like you my Heart)

Dreaming of what we could have been

(Beautiful like me my Love)

And hoping to be together in Heaven.

(Beautiful like you and me)

Maybe we’ll be sky there

And the Love we had and lost

Will just be a memory.

(Beautiful like a touch that’s beautifully brief)

Maybe we’ll be sky there

(Beautiful like you and me)

And this life will be a memory.

NeverSummerNights

On these never-summer nights, when the air of my life

Forms clouds that hover about me,

I raise my arms to distant chips of bitter ice knowing only

That somewhere, under this uncordial mantle, you are;

Even though those dark, sweet hours when it was

Your hand that I held by this very frosted moon are forever lost.

My soul is one with this winter night.

This ice that kisses me when the wind blows is enough,

It burns my shadowed face like your kisses never will again.

But still, my tears should not freeze to my face-

Each day I spend without you is cold enough without the mockery of winter.

So I lay me down, under a diamond blanket, to rest at last

Wondering now and ever more, by what storm came you here. 

fin del año

“I had not known the sudden loneliness of having it vanish,the moon in the sky of dawn.”

                                                      -The Tale of Genji

This is the death of the year,

These last, precious days when

All my world is the silence of snow

And memories of you, slow as if covered by ice.

These are the last days of my recollections,

The final thoughts of late kisses and midnight dreams.

Every day, all hours, each second that passes

Burns you indelibly onto my soul

With a heat the ice of this world never cools,

Just this cognac shall never warm me

As fully or as completely as you.

These are the last hours,

Soon what I am shall be no more;

The substance of these words less than

The memory of a snowflake while

Nestled in the bosom of June.

I cherish the nights made nutritious by your smile

And I long to regain August while in the heart of winter.

Stretching each hour, always aware of the passing seconds,

I lick the face of my watch to taste the essence

Of the times we spent loving,

Of all the words between us,

Of every passion we ignited,

Every dream we gave birth to.

But this is the death of the year

Spring’s promises and summer’s heat

Gone just as surely as autumn’s leaves,

And your hand gone forever from mine.