'Shadow Lines'

I

Limits mark both a here and a there,

Like borders tell of an end and a beginning.

II

On the side-line, from the dark wings,

We watch a lit-up stage play itself.

III

The sun rises elsewhere, but the shadow dusks long here

An expanse which the margin contains.

Signals

When in stupor I lay awake
In the slow shine of your sun,
As if echoing in a morse code of desire
Two lighthouses shore to shore.

Or perhaps like children in mischief
Flashing torch signals
Across windows framed by the dark--
Beams beyond a timeless night.

I hear you now.

The Mighty River's Tale I

This is a riverine tale

Sailing on a boatman's barge

Floating, for our envious eyes to see.

Two faces, held forever in a frieze

Their gaze

Intersects, refract

At odd angles.

She laughs in abandon

Like so many ripples on a mighty river,

His face catches the sun on her waves.

A youth never ours,

This freedom 

Of a moment under the sun

Spent carefree.

A delicate haiku of desire,
The symmetry of curved bodies
Intertwined in a perfect sphere

Ekphrasis I

Curious impatience

And the to and fro

Of roiling waters.

A blue sky

Stoops to kiss

The waves,

Dashed to crystals

Against stoic age-old hills.