Poems

Lamps

In the water
in silence at your side
in a fire that draws us close
I drift -
and only you can call me
 
. . . . . . . . . .
A bird enters spring
like a lance
Your eyes flash their secrets
A kiss grazes the rainbow
The rain rains
 
But the streets are empty of my friends
Lamps are extinguished
in the far-flung houses
and the lost heart echoes in its lonely chamber
 
You give your blessings to those who depart
and leave the rest to fate