Green glass descending

I feel the dark before the dawn, and the quiet too,

As a handful of creatures buzz and click

And hold on to the black that covers them.

I kiss him as flowers might kiss,

Lightly and colourfully,

With the fragrance of love lingering all around them.

I let your words caress my ears,

Enveloping me in purples and pinks and blues,

As a curve of green glass descends on the sand.

I am absorbed by your presence

As the traffic sounds sweep passed,

A tide ebbing away around a marker buoy.

I smolder overnight

And wake to dust off the cinders,

While you lie phoenix-like and look at me.

Copyright, Bryan R Ward 2009

Blood orange moon

I have walked for a thousand years,

And passed you time and again.

As we stumble through the dark together.

I have known you forever;

I know you now

Lying inert, wondering where and when.

I offer you my desiccated heart

But you turn your head,

Inclined to the waning blood-orange moon on the rise.

I am despicable, I know

But still you linger.

With sand and water and doubt hanging in the air.

I am a trick of the light

And so without words

Your gossamer-veiled thoughts illuminate my soul.

You lie in my wake

While the world rusts and melts.

And my septic tongue is quiet for a time.

Copyright, Bryan R Ward 2008