dragon fly

a tick of your distant heart
and for me the wheels go spinning

golden spires in evening breeze dip
and you, gripping, reach to the river

what do you see
with your hunting eyes?

what tastes come
in memory?

i see only peace all about,
your wings of splendid silver filigree

tail tilted up to the setting sun
many suns within your heart of hearts

do you know i forever run toward you
and to all your dragon friends

do you feel me smiling laughing
my joy my welcome?

My Morning Star

You see every bit of me, my morning star.
You pour life to me, no matter what.

I need not ask.
I open to receive.
Turn the bucket of me
right side up.

When you fill me with your golden fire,
you bend my edges wide and this
is my ecstasy.

I pause, breathe, and grow into my new skin.

Is there no end to this?
One part of me cries out–please stop!

Another part sings all glory.
This blessing.