To The Moon


feather to feather-
a rising hawk
to mend my sorrow

(photo credit Meika Pope)


Dreams and Silver Coins

all those dreams-
instead I count
falling stars


hawk feather
the weight of her words
trailing mountain peaks


shooting star
our conversation
takes a turn..


western sun the way it soothes me warm concrete


all my wishes
the sparkle
of silver coins


crescent moon
tracing the outline
of my broken dreams


scrambling for the last drop of crumbs lost lover


I spiral
into a dream