“The #heart keeps the magic going.”
I will find you wild roses:
And words for your spirit
silent coffee roasting in the dark
holding a patch of sunlight from the porch.
I will form a spring of flame:
And melt the urban ice
soaking green from the brush
holding a few minutes of endless embrace.
Valentine’s Day is not about hearts, it’s about strawberries.
(Commission, watercolors & Ink)
I am free
I am altitude of color and mint
converge on the waves of the gulf.
If you float salute me above the blue
reserve the title for another time.
You will only know my secret name
and hear the music from our sunset.
If next week does not come
this afternoon is enough.
The color of your shadow below the sands
your fingers measuring the clouds.
I am restless. I am flight of ink and
blooming burgeon harmony.
In my eyes you will catch a thriving dream.
Play it so and put it in your pocket.
Let the moon rise and you will always find home.