Damask Rose

A rose by any other name. . .

My damask rose,

fragile pearl beyond price.

The sadness in your eyes,

that cuts my heart.

A new day is coming,

across this vast, intimate distance.

Hold on to all that you are.

I will catch you when you fall.

Cool Water Woman

A storm is coming across the island.

It brings a dark rainbow made entirely of gray.

The wind is wet, but doesn't chill me.

It makes the blinds rattle, chatter like frightened teeth.

The windchime protests in discordant notes.

I brush Cool Water Woman on my skin;

Watch the white caps upon the harbor.

Night is coming fast.

You've been looking for me all your life.

Now, I'm looking for you, too.