Thursday, October 16, 2008


Blue is the color of rain, of
Lounge chairs on bright beaches
Under blankets of sky, of indigo
Enlaced like thread through a rainbow

I write so
I can see the sound
of sunsets
of geese that
migrate in a V

Dream Catcher

I was your yesterday,
a dream of what might have been.
I heard you whisper your heart
and I wore your pulse as my necklace.
I sustained myself on moonbeams and smiles
but the best smiles were yours.
I wanted to catch your laugh,
seal it in a jar like a firefly
so I could bask in its glow daily.
Instead I caught a scowl
and now my storm jar is all
I have to keep me company
as I wait for you, trapped
on the edge of tomorrow.