End Of April Haiku

The sand warms up in

the morning sun and the days

grow long and brighter

April's Almost Gone

The Tuesday night rain is rolling down my window, sliding down the smooth glass, soaking into the thirsty sidewalks, streaming over the smooth black asphalt gutters. The Tuesday night rain has no memory, it lives only in this wet splashing instant. When the sun dries it up, it will be as if it had never lived at all.


The memories are my problem....

Titanic Night Plus One

I can still see you standing before me, on a beach made of sapphires and ice and soft yellow sand, your long red hair wet and tangled, but so much hope in your eyes. And the rain glitters 0n your shoulders, and the sun gleams in your blue eyes. And the ice and the screams and the cold dark water are all fading memories. And I take your hand, and your fingers are warm and soft, and you squeeze my hand so tight. Did we make it through last night together? Or is it only a dream I'm seeing? Please kiss me, and let me know.... O God, yes!

Another Rainy Night

I'd rather listen to the rain

than hear anything you have to say.

Another Moonlight Sonata

There's snow falling under the ocean tonight, drifting down soft and white on the railroad tracks where secret locomotives roar past sand dunes and shipwrecks. And the moonlight filters down from the air world, blue and silver through the green salty gloom.

And I want to take you to see it, there's so many things I want to show you.

There's a night wind singing in the old riverbed, notes falling soft and healing on the cold dry sand. And the moonlight's reflecting off gravel and cactus til the sand's blue as water and the memories fade.

And I want you to take me to see it, so I can love you even more.

There's rain misting soft on the city tonight, the lamplight's reflecting in the shiny black streets. And the moonlight moves to the music, dancing in time to the cool hissing rain.

And I want to take you to see it, don't matter how many times, it always feels new.

Saturday Night With Emily

Brown eyed girl, rest your head on my shoulder and I'll kiss your sunburned cheek. And we'll sit so still and watch the sun glide on down to kiss the earth at the end of the day. It's the first warm evening of the year, here on this park bench looking out over the harbor where the skyline swims in soft green dreams. And we'll walk holding hands while the light fades and the stars open their sleepy eyes. And you look like a dryad in your long white skirt, with the flowers plaited in your hair. And we'll turn up the street into the fluorescent lit night market, where the lovers cling and claw, and wish they had a scrap of what we feel. And I'll buy you your favorite ice cream, yay!