I thought sleep 
would quiet me 
but then dreams 
they reminded me 
of those things 
that I’d put 
deep into the 
basement of soul
and percolating up 
like bones buried 
for years barely 
recognizable but unearthed 
rising up to 
again be seen 
ghosts of a 
time gone by 

Dusty dusk
when days 
dirt descends
and everything 
darkens beneath 
when we
cower under
the covers 
and clouds 
pretending to 
be asleep 
but not 
limbs move
and entwine
and hands
make way 
for lips
soon night 
will fall 
the way 
of desire 
and destiny 

I don’t 
know where
you are 
or if
or that
but once 
you were
all of
those and 
more to
me I
can only 
hope then
that somewhere 
and when 
and that
are those 
for you 
to too

Oh orb
of night 
cast thy
dusty light 
on this
lovely sight
a thing 
of might 
and maybe 
and right 
and make 
this height 
short enough 
to fight
this my
lover’s plight 

A breeze
caught once 
and carrying 
with it
aroma of 
pie or 
fragrant perfume 
or sound
of something 
softer maybe 
rain or 
linen pinned 
to lines
or whispers 
said in
sweet secret