William Burns - Three Poems

Bare foot lover
Framed in a square of sunlight

The cross
    demanded by the window's pane
Across your left shoulder
Spilling onto the floor
    in front of your azure eyes

A small Universe
    of glittering
    twinkling motes
Pools
    ebbs
        gyrates
Around you
A nimbus of astral energy

I see you
Like the first time I saw you
I am transfixed in the moment
Awash in terror
    fervor
        wonder

You glance up
    eyes flashing in the Light
What is it?
What is this shapeless
    question you ask?

In the Dreaming
I touch you again
Taste you
    and smell you
        and .  .  .

I hold the bitter
    scarlet
        maple leaf
It bleeds every time I touch it

Heat Lightening
    rends the clouds
And the dry
    grainy Thunder
Can not stir the Dust

Would that I could
    lift your bare bones
Unbroken through the Doorway
Into the moment
Above the stainless snow
The leaden skies
    would glow azure
        within your heartbeat

Poetry .  .  .
Shouldn't it be
Dreams
    on paper?

Each line
    a humble altar
Monument to a
    Moment

A book
Like life itself
    disintegrating
        even as you read it
New pages
    spontaneously appearing
        in the back