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 

As I sit
and watch day
spread across the 
mountain like a
shit eating grin
I wonder just 
what joke this 
day knows that
I don’t and
when if ever 
I’ll be told
to get in
on the laughs

Sleep sleep 
my soul 
this you
don’t want 
to see
these things 
that weep
saturate hope 
and bring 
the deluge 
of despair 
to love 
sleep sleep
my soul 
on this 
ferry ride 
and awaken 
in heaven 
where love 
sings its 
sweetest song 
sleep now 
my soul 

A music box 
your heart and 
sleep sounds starting 
when eyes open
before I’m deaf
but now I 
hear every drum
and each flute 
carrying me away
and then closer
like the wind 
of my symphony 
the adagio and 
the crescendo and 
the turn followed 
by my applause 
of soft kisses
and quiet laughter 
this I hear
in my dreams 
when I remember 

I have heard
my heart play
on the keys
of the piano
from high end
twinkling rain to 
the thunder of
storms under the 
left hand to 
partly sunny cloudy
in the middle 
but all they
do sing the 
melodies of heart
that is love