Love lingers, still and long
Like a song that repeats in my mind
Drumming quietly like tinnitus, constant,
Every morning I awake to the rhythm
Aspen grove: lemon yellow, neon bright with the sun coming through from the west, trunks stacked like soldiers, olive drab in the shade, white as sailors in the sun.
Sky: clear dry blue, backdropp for leaves quaking in the autumn wind, leaves making sounds like a soft tambourine, leaves shimmering like gold for Danai, falling onto receptive earth.
You are the father of my son
And when all is said and done
You were not the only one
But I will have to say I loved you.
Arias, music of the stars
Drifting in infinite night sky
Opera stage and desert sands compete.
Music is messenger.
If God has a voice
He speaks in vibration, in temperature, in time.
String, reed, percussion
Desire spins a sticky silken web
Web of dreams
Dreams of perfect love
Dreams of water view
The heart of love is courage,
The core of courage is love,
Without the one there is no other.
Love listens with courage to care,
The lies, the tries were all we knew,
I leave again, leave hope for us behind,
Leave you to be whoever you are, wherever you are,
Leave fantasy of you,
Your love is more than I can bear
It sears my soul
And turns my blood to white hot flame.
I weep boiling tears
When at first love arrives nothing is clear,
A dark misty fog enfolds like a dream, a desire,
Perhaps longing fulfilled,