Beyond The Blue

I step into silver slipstreams
of SEMI conductor dreams


broad halo days of golden innocence


buried in the hatchet holes of


this aging tree bark frame




my thoughts are limbs


that lead to falling leaves


returning to black soil


until the green of Spring


rejuvenates my slinky


mind to MORE




...i bounced off her, she bounced off me




We travel to far places


while sitting here together


quite alone




Her on my Natuzzi sofa


eating leftover pepperoni pizza


The red of dead, the white of light


distracts my mind towards something finer


a soft moan rises over the New York Times


which blinds me from her view


and binds me between the lines


a thought of something MORE


a silent scream that's born of thunder


the need to dance naked in the rain







When the greens fade to blues


the sea delivers me to soft shores


I sail away on waves of plenty


the beat of my day reminds me


of her pulse, once in time with mine


now slowed close to dead, the pit-pat


pity of dying love, once so grand


before being taken advantage of




my primal instincts fear the slide to loss


yet, my fear of nothing more....than this


is greater than my will


to convince her that love too requires work







I will whisk her to the winds


and sing to her sad songs


we'll do what old lovers do


as the sand-washed frames


of our deluge leads us into


something more, something finer,


something greener, new, and true


in the wake of love's demise











ajs