Monday, September 01, 2008


searching daylight for a face.
closing my eyes
and hearing my heart

soon it comes
the calm beginning 
of some kind of 


i run ahead of myself
and into a little house of soul
who is it?

which way out is the sea?
lighted in a new shape
the sand
yes.  it is dark
and a young body is in the waves
turning over alive with watery noise

i was always
in the water
the monotony of water
the closest thing to heaven
i shed my clothes my flesh cannot hide
the night teaches me a little
the sea plays along my back, the folds of my skin

there we stayed until shadows mirrored rivers
and there was no more song.