semblance
is an ocean
of meaning
in a heart's gaze
reflecting the soft beauty
the barbarian steel
the stolen inspiration
wrested from far-off
starlight
it looks so like something
not found in words or pictures
rendered in secret colors
shot through with morning sun...
so like a song,
yet sadder and sweeter
the notes
the measured time
of reflection
a semblance of perfection
glance
between
the veils
there
angels
lie
Some moments more than others
Rainlight
reflections always
remind me
that direction
isn’t critical to
to the pattern
of recollection for,
When dusk fell
upon our shoulders
we wore its cape
of colours, refracted
subtracted borrowed
from the spectrum
of the golden warm
candlelight café and grappa
as I broke down
laughing at the swirl
of you
that defied the
the cold rain but
needed its enhancement
to glaze the pavement mirror
Goodbye is such a shame
but still it was repeated up
in every broken plane
silvered by watered skies
gilded, with the incandescent
tease of pain.
And I saw you
a thousand times
walking away,
which cracked me up
cause I love still the
kaleidoscope of your
memory, the fragments
that rearrange and
and settle down
always in a design
like no other.