I live 
a quiet 
simple and 
private life 
preferring to 
remember than
to make 
for making 
requires effort 
whereas remembering 
nary none 

Today clouds
mirror you 
laying on
the beach
flat beneath 
they reflect 
the land
and you 
flat beneath 
absorbing same 
but both 
billowing above 
as they 
rise higher 
to infinity 

And then Bach
as you turned 
and without looking 
laid hand upon 
my chest and 
the cellos of 
my heart began 
moaning and without 
seeing my heart 
whispered to yours 

that I will 
love you just 
like this until 
forever does pass
into forever more 
and forever more 
beyond even that

So few
things such
sun crawling
into night 
slowly lightening 
you turning 
into me
from sleep 
to wake 
both are
my rise
and fall 
as quiet
as sea

A bookend
sun is 
keeping day
at bay
cradling life
between its 
rise and 
set like 
loving arms 
warding off
the flies 
of darkness 
bringing light 
to night