Heart Halo

grey morning dawn

misty air

cat paw prints in fresh concrete

our apple trees grow small green apples

my heart grew from seeds

that bloomed for you


picking strawberries in a field

the certainty of dry earth

almost dust

a mountain peak on the horizon

white on blue

could be a painted backdrop


you smile to the moon

your pink four year old finger


to it in the blue day sky

my love radiates

a heart halo in the summer air



Leaves outstretched hands

in the wet spring.

Elephant skin dark bark in the rain.

Those wild arms in a dance

that calls your name,

today and every other.


In the wind my voice becomes a whisper.

The hum of a thousand bees

caressing your heart.


I string the universe’s beads

together one by one,

holding the sacred chalice

to my pursed lips.


Its reflection a face

of every other face.

The mirror you hold up for me

to see myself.

To the Muse

(inspired by Denise Levertov)


I look for you each day

in the empty house.

The rooms echo

with your hidden voice.

You are my golden ring


I find you in the stillness,

where I can hear my heart.

It resounds of the fullness

I feel for you.


Each season of our lives,

a stone’s throw of concentric circles

widens to the horizon,

where the tangible boundary

between time and space



You stand in the dark,

the light of the moon on your flesh and hair.

A silhouette in the stillness;

the fullness of night.

In this perfect kiss that spans


you are the smile of a child

the ripple of the river

the dazzle of a sunbeam.

In your embrace I am found.

In your light,

I become whole.

Although you hide in secret rooms,

I have found you.

What does it mean to be in love?

Like shore to the ocean.

Bare feet walking the sand. Water licking your toes.

What does it mean to feel the wind in your hair, the caress of sunbeams?

Your hair like a lion’s mane, tumbling down your back.

You were young once, but is that it?

An infinitesimal grain of sand spun from the universe’s creative juices.

A picture of the stars.

Your voice echoing in the lost chamber of my ears.

Meeting your eyes. Locking gazes for the first time.

Sips of a nectar sweeter than wine.

Lips on skin. Peach hairs under the tongue.

A fire in the gait. Was it mine or yours?

Is it me I am in love with? Have been all along?

The thrumming of the heart, the fluttering of dove wings

when you call my name.


I searched every island, letting the muse come to me on winged insight.

You sat on the lonely rock before the sunrise.

The last star still visible in the fading night sky.

Her name is Venus, and she definitely is not a star.

Well, what is she, then? A planet, a goddess, an apparition?

Born from a wave, a pearlescent seashell.

She is the goddess of love.

Goddess? What goddess? Who believes in that stuff?

Are you becoming a materialist?

We are talking about love.

Everyone is a beginner here.

Being in love, sparking the fire.

A flame so bright my whole soul burns.

Every single time, in your arms I am a newborn babe, a little girl.

Butterflies fluttering in my belly.

Words tickle the imagination, alighting on fantasy.


What does it mean to be in love?

Following the veins in a golden leaf.

Arteries of energy. Rivers of life and power.

Galaxies of the mind.

Watching birds in flight. Freedom falling.

Fluid moving geometry in the sky. The choreography of a murmuration.

Walking on the shore. Watching the waves lick the sand.

Feeling naked and whole, simultaneously.

Feeling the burn, the desire. To be alive.

To touch and feel. Everything.