calm radiates
from these cliffs standing like
gods
holding in a crescent the
rhythmic whispers of
the south china sea
and the combination
of clouds tinged the color
of lips kissing the horizon
and your form supine sleeping
and slipping into this setting
leaves me
as silent as the land
we cannot see.
Day: October 7, 2008
Fall is here
poetryin the wind,
in the air,
whipping,
swirling,
blowing leaves
in my eyes
in my hair
in my face,
bringing the cool
air of death
and the promise
of future life
friday
poetryeach motion intentionally synced
to induce thoughts of another individual
in a state of near meditation
but more active prayer
hand after hand foot after foot
precision
perfection
years of practice
the sieve and the sand 