In this lotus
on a river
of coffee
pale parchment blue petals crinkle
in the offshore breezes. Where are
the Horses? Raging upriver, come.
I feel your presence in the strands
of water, memory of mermaid locks
come and curl around my arms,
like dragon’s blood charged with
moonlight. The clay begins to cake,
lifted from the water into breathless
air, the stillness waiting for the
spark, ignition, come.
THIS HORSE I RIDE, COME
Do not flicker like faerie light-
stay this course liquid pigment
passion your foot prints left
behind, come.
From the Everywhere 
Seeing them, similarly in the quiet that comes on strong, leaves lasting breath like those cold distant rivers, moonlit miles betwixt the hours, tides long lost on these ships of fools. How fond we are of minnows but not the sea. Always, in darkening lore, nearer still my time til’ lost art with you.