UNTITLED NO. 7

I'll stare at the sunset
until my eyes turn black
and swallow us whole
and under the glowing black-light
of the drifting moon, the ocean
churns into cloud foam, lapping at
my feet, these blue roots of
the lone tree planted in sand
and the soft wind caresses
my troubled mind and I laugh
while splitting open like a melon
and it sets my soul free
and you are there, returning
like songbirds in spring,
like a wayward dandelion seed
in my heart
and clutching my hand, you lead me
out from the blackness of my eyes
and we are so a part of one another
loving life, living love,
we eat the music,
we breathe the rainbow,
we burn so brightly,
even in the sunshine.

November 29, 1993