Tapestry

 Woven of time and promises, we become our own tapestry
captured by the gesture of the hand
the curve of the smile
and the glint of the eye
pull tight the final string

Desire exists behind the eyes of reason
look and you will see it there
Somewhere between the rich earth and cobalt sky
where there is a rushing of tides
that push and pull
without asking why

Staring at midnight...

Sickle moon cuts velvet sky
draw heat from burning stars
Beats the pulse of electric night
flow currents through the veins

Echo of your voice
the whispers in the wind
Turn sleepy lids
to mooncast glow
pierce black
with diamond eyes


Sweet, rich phrases stir
the atmosphere
disturb
Words entangle
color the blank spaces
pen passionate souvenirs
Where pulses start
write notes
to beating heart
as night becomes
the backdrop
of our art
 
Raise delicate blush
to pleading eyes
glow flaxen in the light
we are
enveloped in
the indigo of night


Whispers in the air
fall deep the sound
Sink wordless
into shadows cast
in silken light
the rhythm
found


To canvas skin
trace symbols delicate
mark
with precious signature
of  breath

Turn burning thoughts
to fire
touch flame
to mark the edges


Gold burns blue
fades to curl
beware
heat is most intense
when flame
is all but spent


As lights burn low
dance becomes
deliberate
slow
Press back to
catch
suspended breath


Drift downward deep
on angels wings
carve wishes with the stars
and match them in their falling

Heavy lid close
to break of day
and in
the dream
world
falls
away...