my reach

following my reach . . .
the old passes into new
if not now, then soon

a trove

a trove of bright gold
glitters in the deep cloud bank . . .
sunbeams break and run

within its deep

the sun’s bright decrease
shadows fall within its deep . . .
linger there, without

silhouettes of sound

morning breeze, settles
into a fog of quiet
silhouettes of sound

you look

this bright crescent moon
shines silver on a pink veil . . .
you look and we see

rolls west

morning train rolls west
heading for New Mexico . . .
I’ll never catch it

timeless reverie

between sun and moon
only timeless reverie
keeps us together

dreams light

the moon sheds its tears
silver bright on wispy clouds
as morning dreams light

wake the moon

someone wake the moon . . .
dreaming it is, in my sky
and dawn glows, next door

labyrinthine moon

labyrinthine moon
lights a gossamer window . . .
bright the shadows like