jayivan

Birch leaves above the canopy
Flutter in sunlight abluster–
Black, light and newly green, I
Warm dreams cold-stored in memory–
No, not I, not this thing called me:
It is the green, the light, the black,
It is the newly BE, no, no, not ME
That burns this dead world FREE!
The outside force, the godhead farce
Dance, dance, dance in wind and leaves and me
I’ll let you in
We can be one
Together
Undone.

From open skies and
Open days, today I crawl up
Slow underground stairs.

Go to that dark place
And linger.

Lying stone naked
On a boulder by the sea:
Sweat distorted clouds roam free.

Thought carves my body
Into unknowable forms
Hemmed by skin and breath.

Treacherous night
Betrays the day with leering eyes
Unhidden by shade.

Dream-less nights and
dream-filled days fray the seams
which bind our way.

The line in the sand
Waits, uncrossed, pent-up and
Dangerous as thought.

The owl’s hoo-hoo flails
Into a continuous
Wail while night stays bright.