It Is Good For Our Love

The way you go

Like waves

Away

God

You are there and

You are not there

You are green grass and

Blue skies

Sunshine burning my face

That's what you are

You are shining

You are weeping

I see you

I miss you

I forget you

My longing is for the children,

Not the parents,

Running and laughing

Touching,

With painful, immediate delight,

Your face

The Curtain

A soft, transparent veil hangs

Over my window,

Trailing down to the floor

Where it gently sweeps it

At night I leave my window open

For the quiet summer breeze

Which caresses my bare skin

And before I let myself fall into the realm of sleep,

Into the nightly reflections of my blue mind,

I keep my eyes open for just a little while,

And from my bed I observe the curtain,

Bathed in the streetlamp's orange glow,

Lifting itself,

Trembling,

Floating in my room

Like a holy ghost