While Tripping
While tripping I caught
a snow flake in mid-air.
A frozen blossom
in a white crystal,
revealing
a dormant flower
with a starry heart;
a flake wandering
among drops of water, as
the wonder melts away.
Water
This body of water
that ran
through my dream
last night
runs through the tap
now,
awakening
the cellular memory
of my skin.
A Rose of Light
In a moment of deep
l i s t e n i n g
to breath and breeze,
I lifted my hand
to draw
a rose of light
from mid-air,
for you.
Loving you
makes me feel
like a magician.