You are more than a dream
But surely dreamlike.
Whenever I meet you I empty
My pockets of all the words
And spend our time together
Trying to gather them up.
I hold the slivers of phrases
In my hands like disparate clues
At my affection.
This leaden smile darkens
And the sky is flush with fear.
But your silken beauty
Spreads out into the salty air
Calming the souls of the sea birds
Easing their despairing crys.
I am locked in this garden.
I pulled the latch on the gate myself
And now there is no way out.
I will grow old listening to
The fizz of insects,
The gentle sway of the trees
And the roses quietly dying.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 