A fragment of the waning sun
Lights the gold cascade of falling leaves.

Suddenly they rise up in the open air,
Dancing on a vagrant breeze
Each a new-born golden butterfly,
Free, alone, transformed, alive.

And call and whisper
As they fall to earth,
And whisper fallen,
Dancing dream.

11/10/05

Again For You

When love grabs us by the nape,
Who can let us go?

When we’ve lingered in the fire,
Who will now emerge?

The distance from cloud to eye
Opens a blue space,
Flat, shaped like sadness.
But is not sadness.

The sunset blazes
From cloud to eye the fire
Of longing’s urgent promise.

As long as light shines in the air
Love is not done changing us.