White moon

skims the leaves

 

lonely in a migrant

sky.

 

August chimes to

harvest sigh

 

& I have lost you

in my dreams.

 

You left me here

without a sound

 

slipping into

silent sleep

 

the sleep I never

can undo.

 

How many moons

have waxed & waned?

 

How many Autumns

shed their leaves?

 

A faded photo

random genes

 

& memory

is all that’s left

 

of you.

 

A matchstick on

a moving shore

 

a random grasp at

‘’might have been’’

 

I’m rwinding spools

of  empty dream

 

to find the beach

that we once knew.

 

Morning sky brushed

with jet line

 

unknown destination.

 

Minutes fly, years tick tock.

Really twenty summers long

 

since you were here?

 

Garden bloom has morphed

to August dust,: but look

 

the peony raises drowsy cheek

to tell me, ’Stay a little longer’’.

 

One more day;

 

Combine in the corn,

that tiny bird enclosed

 

snug in my palm;

minutiae captured

 

in a breath,

 

where time’s fetters fall away

& lifetime’s memory merge

 

in rose’s scent: your smile,

the last look in your eye

 

become for me:  eternal.

Spanish sky

peacock blue

 

&  heat rises

from cobbled dust

 

in waves.

 

Wave upon wave

of tourists’ queue

 

for Velasquez

Rubens, Bosch,

 

a hanging Christ

Botticelli’s mythic

 

drive.

 

Silent night:

you breathe in

 

breathe out;

years of stress

 

drain from pillow.

 

We are congruent

two waves upon

 

this shore, this time,

undulating synchronicity.

Hands over river

slurry water

 

barge glides as always

throttle drive, tide line:

 

Thames grey & choppy

Tate floats upswept

 

a giant hairdo to the sky.

 

Humanity clings to

high rise, steel rocks silver.

 

We are pawned in

futuristic dominion

 

turn aside to sweep

sleep from summer eye

 

catch your smile  & all shifts;

another place, a distant time:

 

star rise.