Sunday, August 7, 2016

Shadow and Light

into the world
of our dreams,
my ethical daemon,
my spiritual healer.
I am your poet.

Aqua Dreams

Under an umbrella tree
where rhythm in waves
of a jungle ocean
crash the shoreline
in hushed smokey foam
reaching for driftwood and stone.
I watch from a bamboo cafe
aqua clouds and shadow gold,
seeing you.