ELIANA (Letter to a Missing Child 2003)

It's been a while since we saw each other
And embraced
Jumping in joy and warmth

With smile so big
And happy heart

I want you to know
That I have complete and udder faith
In you and your life

LOVERS (After Pablo Neruda 2002)

Bright shinning light, endless rays of sunshine.
Sweet amber honey, soft velvet cream.
Rich and Powerful, soft and subtle.
Endless as a river, yet still as a flower.

I am filled and carried by your love.
Like the winds lift high birds on wing.
All that I am soars beyond all imagined limits.

We dance and fly through space,
Creating new worlds, languages and love.
From universes within universes,
I peer into my smile and my heart, and see you radiant.

SEPARATION 1 – FAITH (for Victoria 2002)

I am a child, a flower,
The sun, the ocean on your beaches.

You are my light in the dark,
The warm hand in mine,
The lightness in my smile,
The sparkle in my eyes.

In my dreams, the sun rises and sets,
The moon circles the sky,
The stars wink and smile,
And rays and ribbons of every color flood by.
And you are at my side.

When I awake, and reach out my hand to touch you,
You are still there, as always,
Strong, loving, and warm, within my heart.

Every breath I take of you,
I grow richer, greener, brighter, and lighter.

SEPARATION 2 – MISSING (for Victoria 2002)

We met in the sun and fun, where others drank and danced in celebration. But we stood still and saw only each other. Restaurants and shops opened and closed, people came and left, the sun rose and set.

At first we did not believe in the possibilities of what we had found, but soon our hearts found their way home. We swam deeper and deeper into each other’s eyes, finding brilliance, warmth and faith.

As children we met, played in each other’s garden, without fear. And we found in each other faith, warmth, love, and nourishment. We spoke without words, through smiles, and gazed at each other’s soul through the eyes.

But too soon our time had come, and the needs of the world pulled us apart. And after so short a time, I knew the sweet pain of separation, and how much I could love.

Now the best part of my heart is away from me. And I fill with dreams of the day I may go hand in hand with my beloved, to our garden, to cultivate and celebrate our love.

LEPZIG’S SONS (for myself 1988 – Rebellion – Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man meets ee cummings)

Lepzig’s sons have names of uncommon evenness. For when they go from hither to yon, only one thing can be said of them:

the Black Raven’s Songbird sings life’s dark instrument strikes from top to toes oh what funny souls niceties in coinage its evenness and humility pay due discord is never heard among playing cords for ears are never in tune with sweet collusion’s breath reality is a game when arrival or departure procure the promise to the souls oh what funny laughter in our common kingdom of concerns and whims which is better if duress is not linked to suppress for good or evil our minds suppose this is evenness in its best no one would believe it lest compromise the Soul

Oh what a dream but evenness is. I know not if I am Lepzig’s son or daughter. I am away from them that care for the soul: I think myself the son. This is common to our kingdom—After all. For who’s to give a hoot and a toot if it’s all to boot. Realities dream plays the Melody of Discordant Beauty. But still of beauty’s air—Bountious to blind the compromise. What is my name?

LOVE (for Nadine 1988)

My heart flies in beauty and rejoices in your love.
My barriers are broken with your smiling eyes.
Out into the enveloping warmth floats my soul.
Now hunger and hate pass by and my life’s blood is saturated by your magnificence.
Two springtime flowers grow side by side, their petals shimmer.
And their brilliance is the song of happiness.

ALONE (for Nadine [a continent away] 1988 – Unpolished)

When the night is black
No one is around, I am all alone.
Where is my Love?

A smiling father’s knife tells me that his daughter is safe.
Safe from me and my loneliness.

And the sad songs begin to sing:
‘ Ou est ma coeur?’

The fire in my eyes burns me so,
My tears search on distant winds.
Where is my Love?

Don’t want to turn off the lights.
Don’t want to face the emptiness.

My body is sick my heart is gone.
All I am doing is feeling sad, feeling sad.

Where is my precious Love
Whom I’ve supported, loved and tried to strengthen?

All the meantime,
It was you who gave me strength and support.

Oh I need you to stop
These tears that roll off my cheeks into the air.
I don’t want them to search and find you,
And touch you with their message of sadness and pain.

I love you.

UNTITELED (1988)

Your eyes are my spirit
My spirit is an arrow
That plunges

YEARNING LOVE (For Yolande 1987)

Beneath the great oak, branches bent
The grass, to the sky aspires

Caught in love ritual, she sings:
My heart, a sweet ship
For which sirens sing;
Moored upon jagged rocks
My heart, a voice I hear

The branch bends low and breaks
Fallen to earth, a sacrifice
The tree to the grass desires

Her voice in loveliness alights:
Oh sweet caress
For which my soul yearns;
Your touch is but fleeting
My love is but fleeting
My love is but loneliness

Lying quietly in the grass
My eyes foresee
A shadow draped across the tree

In a flurry, her voice sends forth:
For a pause of moment
I reflect;
The drops upon my cheek
Sent from forgiving skies

Fresh air among the leaves rustles
The sun reflects

Thinly evermore, upon the air is heard:
Sweet drops of desperation
Goodbye forevermore;
My soul slips to the sea
The grass loves the tree