Wild white horses of the sea
turn to foam when I plunge
between them
yet from the beach
...
Sunshine writes across my eyelids
scrolling me to life
bringing me back from dreams
from fantasies
...
A smile, a touch,
I brush your hair
from your eyes
in my imagination.
...
And shall we weave our magic here?
Bespell with words all painting pictures,
carving gentle bas relief against the sky
with cloud trail telling secrets?
...
Ice cream tastes of salt
when tears make sprinkles;
gentle rain across a cheek
will make a tear a secret
...
Thoughts are just a jumble
of connections, pictures
captured in an instant
all unplanned, now there
...
I don't have a poem
within me today
nothing of magic
no words to say
...
Day spins through
time zones
like the world
my morning
...
I found the Secret Place
and hid my soul
...
In the east the sun
makes gold dots
on the unwary eye
while in the west
...