Revelation

Inside
my secret door
deep in the dark
I face you.

We are
alone.

I have no place
to hide.

I don’t want
shelter
from your steady
eyes.

You see right through
my petty lies-
into the Truth of

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Solace

Tears,

dark fears
like wind-
lashed leaves,
like faithful doves
who softly grieve,

you cry.

Though I don’t
understand
why life fills you
with such fright,

please believe
that I’ll always be there
to help you get
through your darkest
night.

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Morning

when the sky is still black
and stars glitter
like there's no
tomorrow,
the overblown moon
luxuriant
above seaborne fog...

this is the time
for faith
when birds,
startled by dawn's
first spark,
raise sharp beaks
and sing
the first song of

morning.

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Silent Watcher

Silent watcher,

see how the sun pales,
as gray clouds enshroud
jaded day?

Just tell me that you love me,
and I'll breathe you
a new world.

The fiery bird
will rise
impossibly high
into the leaden sky.

Watch
as I fill your eyes
with desire!

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Even the Wind

Even the wind
in high, silent trees
waits for motion.

Leaves hang, eager to drop
into cold sunshine
as empty chairs 'round the small table
wait for the conversation to begin;

but fern and rose
have nothing to say.
Shadow fills this still
autumn day.

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Transfiguration

From this holy height,
I gaze into my Father’s eyes.
His fire scorches,
my pulsing flesh,
and casts my sinful soul
to the sacred pyre
as joy of rapture
captures my life.

Filled with God’s fire
I finally see
I never was
what I appeared to be.

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Aubade: Autumn

Day and night
our hearts beat,
arteries, veins pulse
breath swells our ardent lungs
and we live!

Oh, hear how the morning dove moans
in the pale early light;
wander with me
with open arms,
embrace the radiant eye.

Our love grows
as slowly
we rise.

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Storm at Sausalito

Sailboats lashed to the pier,
ebon masts, dark trees bare
with tightly shrouded canvas sail,
rigging singing in the gale,
pier groaning, grey waves grind
clinging sloops to taut lines,
steel bulwarks rise and fall
against gleaming, cool jetty walls.

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To an Unknown Land

To an unknown land
o’re the distant sea
crowding me in, it
carries me.

Through night and day
I'm rushed along
and though I want to stay
I can't stay long.

Compelled to go,
yet I linger with you;
Though I want to remain,
harsh time whispers, 'no.'

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Sunday Morning Storm

High above, shifting in the storm
all leaves finally dropped and raked,

the tall tree feigns death,
as emerald grass glows
in winter’s rich rain.

But, late as usual,
the apple tree, like a queen,
spreads her royal leaves
into a golden robe
below.

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