The Playground

Where is the playground?
The playground of years ago

The fat water tower
Naked in the light of a blood moon
The sudden thunderstorm
Hurling itself like Comanche Warriors
Through the black velvet night
Where is the playground?

The dusty backroad
Winding through the Mississippi darkness
Quick spring rain
Carressing the skin of naked lovers
The owl seeking his prey
Where is the playground?

Dreams lost, lying as bleached bones
Visions forgotten in dusty corners
Passionate innocence consumed by fire
Reckless hearts entangled
Where is the playground?

Arise! we shall be reborn
We shall revisit our dreams
Recover our visions
Reconquer our hearts
I have answered my own question
I see the playground

Remembering Mariah, 1991-1999

Inhaling frosty air
I surround myself
With memories
Of you
Of me
of another time
Half forgotten
Yet so easily reborn

Winter Dreaming

Velvet snow adorns
The once bare breasted earth

Branches are etched
In crystal

Silence Salutes
The stark sky

I dream jonquils
And daffodils