Amidst the Whiteness All Around
They came lighting up the white pasture once green— the bagpipes of their bleating filling the center, until the snow is thick with sheep, the sun shining over their plump bodies in the winter mist.
My Happiness Is Defined in You
To see what I see as beautiful. and not ever hide your little joys, knowing the sun rises, stars don’t fall, and all our Chinese meals are poems.
Inner torment plays his face. He prays that the music will come when he strums the guitar’s strings. The sun plays on his hands, serenades his face,whispers the sounds.
Haven of Our Sun and Moon
Wake dear, and rise, sleep not this day. Let our two dreams play to and fro with each. Let’s dance in the sun shouting— one beam, the light’s high joy. You nor I will not cry today as you gambol and swirl, as I dream, hope, now words, then love and vows…