Storm Surge
It forced me out of the dream The storm that was a-coming its passionate energy claps meant to applaud us As others sought shelter A semi-rested body no more Now full of energy. Wondering why I had risen when I did Now clearly known Clearly The clock from the world Quaked and my trembling excitement Continued forcefully with its power To add to the replenishment that was christening me Zeus is reminding, then commanding Storm surge to peel back The cobwebs of sluggish Sweeter coffee to stir the next act The overture has stopped Confident in its success As this mark in time makes it clear The other storms continue to rage Now more ready In a few hours The sun will smile all over my body Observing the details of the trance From its penetration The cup poised perfectly balanced Borealis beauty The knowing Not yet, though. Now it is a new morning’s succor of darkness, As it too awaits being greeted with your beauty, your allure, your mystery and my fully, fully awake dreams of you true mate, and far for the moment So only moonbeams caress me as I drink my coffee on the deck It's a lovely morning. Soon sunshine will hold hands with the shadows. No, no, it says. Don’t change anything To hear you sing The birds defer, say go ahead As the green aura finally embraces me
Peering
The moment when I feel just you Everywhere far away in truth, Flush next to me in My wishful reach You know where this is The dark sky presents Its privileged canvas To me Peering for your apricity A gray catbird, Atop the dense, tangled thicket, insists in his long song that, For me, you bestow transmuted illumination Fill the lacuna Pierce the impenetrable Release the primaveral dazzle He knows wisely all that is Holding me back Our true moons are Never the colors That the timid imagine Nor do they ever know Smells of a hopeful New day
