in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.

this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.

For youi have saved poemsunder my skin.

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.