Free(fall)

Father-God
wise, wise, whimsical
kind, and kind of
streaming down window panes
and faces
in morning glory

holding fast,
I'm steeled for impact
Father-God is the plane
that has carried me here,
the pilot that pushes me
free fall, fall, fall
and also the parachute
(rainbow hued)

I'm sailing through,
the Sky

painting by Kelly Green

you are the stars to me

love like a burning
so bright-hot
it's almost cold

pain like a hot iron
loss leaves me
breathless with sorrow

something vital
is catching,
some space,
fractured and rasping
sticking

like the words
glued to my throat

all I can do is watch

while you, my pheonix
rise in flight
ready for far-flung (even far-fetched?)
shining like a thousand
points of light
not gaudy like glitter
or cold as gold
but grand and brave
mystical and wise

you are the stars to me

pirate/peterpan

on rooftops and
meadow, meander
while wander

up to the treetops,
my heart stops,
i freefall

down to the wet banks
i'm sliding on into

and you are a pirate
affixed to non-violence,
you are quite ruthless
on searches for truth

i think that you were
Peter Pan, once upon
a story - a long time ago

or maybe you just
knew him,
and from him learned
of whimsy and wonder
warm weather color
adventure like ice-water,
shocking-to-life

//fierce in your living//
an ocean of knowlege
cannot douse the fires
lighting your eyes

you are a poet
a wise tree-lover
an indian paintbrush
a light