The golden light is here

The golden light is here

The unwatched time ladled

Given in a breached rush

Unbreakably cradled

Tinged in melancholy 

Reminder of breathing 

Wisdom wet paint again

Composition teething

Can you hear the ocean

Can you hear the ocean

It’s under our same sky

Shall we surprise it with

A youthful step and eye

I will always help you

A potter’s cup with rain

Look, the soil is changing

From brown earth into grain

Standing on a hydrant

Standing on a hydrant

And feeling eight feet tall

Staring like a statue

Into the great time wall

Prisoners, MIA

Weeping for the soldiers

Vietnam casualties 

Heavy on my shoulders 

The pylons are falling

The pylons are falling

Conversations repeat

Our words without guardrails 

Loosely in the front seat 

Darkness is descending

Restless legs are pumping 

The battery and bruise

The four wheels are jumping

No break in the storm clouds

No break in the storm clouds

Are they from thirty-nine

How have we allowed this

When we had every sign

Hatred in a heyday 

False narratives prevail

Diversity in camps

A wanna be they hail

A yesterday again

A yesterday again

The clouds and light the same

The music echoing 

In some faint lost refrain

So many souls alive

Across these years now lost

Their hearts are in me both

As tattoos and embossed

Having been born aware

Having been born aware

I could not memorize

Acceptable answers

Others just pasteurize 

I was never a child

Importance had no say

Rebellious with feelings

Loneliness is not play

The golden light nearing

The golden light nearing

The sun burning candles

Briefly painting light just

Before twilight vandals

Hurry home before dark

Inspiration fleeting

Impressionistic thoughts

Dimming then retreating

Incapable of love

Incapable of love

But you bathed in its scent

Public kisses puckered

Were intended to dent

Glazing over your cracks

Fragility and hate

You hoped I’d gloss over

I didn’t take the bait

The harbor is empty

The harbor is empty

City lights are floating

On black water as we

Converse without noting

Midnight has come and gone

And promises in stares

Will save us as our hearts

Send out their rescue flares

The abyss runs tangent

The abyss runs tangent

So many can ignore

The deep gulping ocean

It’s narrow rocky shore

A reminder daily

Sunsets and eyelid nights

A darkness far greater

Without the northern lights

Celebrations aside

Celebrations aside

And tragedies let go

Leaves days just for counting

The Life we truly know

These clouds, the weather streams 

Just kitchen utensils 

Our coded languages 

Needed Hope and pencils 

Beauty participant

Beauty participant

Nature’s happiness shop

The streetlight and moon are

Fighting for billing’s top

Not looking back shirks all

Responsibilities 

Why I saw our future 

In generalities 

A full moon follows us

A full moon follows us

Our glamour is not old

Cicadas crescendo 

Open-palm hands we hold

Echoes of symphony 

Out here on the stamen

Spiritual nature

Without saying amen

The fork is one-eighty

The fork is one-eighty

As far as far can go

The North and South Pole or

Rio to Nakano

And the scales of justice

From the weight of one thumb

Political vengeance 

We must never succumb

Horizontal hourglass

Horizontal hourglass

Are you standing in sand

Or still as a gnomon 

Casting its one clock hand

Find me in the seasons

Falling with the flurries 

Or dandelion seeds

Floating upward scurries