The Forest of Red Leaves

The Merry-Go-Round of Life
Sitting on the merry-go-round
The merry-go-round of life
Watching familiar faces as you go round and round
As they slip in and out
In and out of your life
Holding on to your unicorn
As you hear the theme music
Play the theme music of your life
Sometimes there's light
Sometimes there's darkness
Sometimes you just wish you could get off
Sometimes you just wish everything would slow down
So you could catch up
But the merry-go-round of life keeps going on and on
So you just hold on to your unicorn
And never let go.

A Candle Flame

The candle flame
burns softly
Going out quietly
peacefully
into the dark

Escaping (into the Night).
Silk whispers over her shoulders
And down over her bare arms
A promise of love
In the dark night
A glimmer of candle light
Against her ruby lips
Slender hands unfold
Against the smooth silk curves
His strong arms
Intertwined
With her own
Turning
Small quick snake bites
Along the throat
Down the shoulder
A silken ribbon of desire
Uncurls from within
Her heartbeat quickens
Against his own
Like a pair of doves in the night
Soft, questioning, carefully
Yielding the secrets of the night
Breath on skin
A drop of cool water
Upon the dark heat of the night
Foot brushes against ankle
Dark hair spills over a gleaming mass
Heightens passion
And gives over.

Water
Water blurs my vision
A blue-white whirlpool over my face
Choking, drowning
I fight to the surface
And come up gasping
With water-filled lungs
And for one second
Knew not air
And in that one second
A peace and tranquility of mind
was made known to me
that many have seeked but is hard to find.

Wildflowers
Wildflowers
In an earthenware jar
Perch upon my window sill
And smile their knowing smiles of heaven
to me.

An orange box
An orange box
Sits before me
On the cool white marble floor
Small and rectangular
It quietly
dares me
to open it
and discover its secrets.

Red Poppy
The poppy stands alone
Amidst the waving blades of grass
Under the blue sky

Willows and Bamboos
The weeping willow
And the bamboo
Bend over to dip into the cool river
As I float by
With my lantern
Upon the endless current

Melancholia
Melancholia
Lifts her head
To enchant you with her beauty
Before she drops back to her poisonous sleep

Wandering Upon The Streets
Late at night underneath the stars
Smoking above the streets
Drinking wine that won't make you and me
As drunk as we already are

Cracks in the streets
Just like the cracks that our lives are slipping through
Seeing the lights of the city
Brings home to me the brevity
And permanence
Of our lives

Sunset was just a while ago
A momentary splash of color
While the skateboarders
Swerved down the empty pavements

Lying on the bench
My head upon your lap
Singing songs that only you and I
Know the words to

Cats running down the empty streets at night
The moon only looks beautiful
Above the shadows of the back alleys

Sitting upon the hill
Walking down the quiet streets
Holding hands
Waiting for the sun to rise.

Blood of Love

In your heart
In your love
In your everything I can't give back to you
Lost and wandering
Hurting from hurting you
Can't seem to stop the pain
In my hands
I hold your blood
You gave me everything
Promises of the world
Yet I can only give you
My pain
In my hands
I hold your heart
You gave it to me freely
Yet I could not stop the stake I hold
From hurting you
I'm so sorry
Maybe this was just fate
We were never meant to be
I'm so sorry
so sorry
Even though I cry my tears are endless
And the blood won't wash from my hands
Whenever I dream my dreams are of your heart
Bloodied and dying in my hands
I'm so sorry
I couldn't give you what you wanted
I only wished it wasn't so
Please forgive me

Wisteria

She walks across the green fields
Her bare feet ankle deep in purple wisteria
The cool breeze brings their faint sweet scent
As it brushes against her face
And pulls at her hair
And laughs and tells her in her ear
Of far green fields and meadows bright
Of circling in the blue skies
To the top of mountains high
Where eagles nest and pines abound
Of distant oceans by white shores
Where seagulls cry and seashells sing
To white foam upon the rhythmic waves
And a gleam appears in her brown eyes
At the mention of the sea
As she turns her head to the shoreline
Her memories of her lover far
Now nothing more than the faint scent
Of purple wisteria.

A Message To An Old Friend
Fever in Fever out
Dreams throughout the night that pass me by
Rushing quietly through the wind
Rivers of stars that drift throughout the night
Sitting quietly on the roof
Watching distant cars speed by
Asking how I know you so well
Your cigarette end glows in reply
Asking how we made it through the years
"I remember," I said, "the dizzy life,
the laughing in the car, the dancing on the streets,
the wandering, the dancing, the excitement,
the darkness in our lives, the stars that shine so bright,
you watched me every night
You saw me cry in the darkness of my car
You read my secret stories
In the pages of my journal
You read the card I bought for you
You watched me from the shadows while I stood on the street, looking for you, under the moon
Tell me
When will you come out of the shadows
And stand in front of me?"
A mocking silence
Is all there is of your reply
A single word
Is all that causes you to vanish
I'm leaving now
Will you continue to follow me?
We're friends
Old friends
Will you come with me into the future?
Why are you so afraid to meet me face to face?
Why are you so afraid to let me face the past?
I'm asking you now desperately
Don't let me leave without you by my side.

Watching the night sky speed by
Watching the stars up in the sky
Feeling the wind in my hair
As the city pass me by
Lights in the mountain
Lights in the city
Excitement
Anticipation
Home
Friends

Night without a day
Day without a night
As day and night pass me by
Twilight shouts my name