Thursday, April 17, 2008

tom taylor

morning’s calm

today’s gray skies leave the decks wet again
where the drizzle dampens the surface slick
and moods this air like love’s pure breath in
side these moments where the breath of the

lovers is like orchids and honey and their words
fall like leaves of silver onto the ground again
we clasp into these hours without hesitation and
watch the new house grow from an idea into itself

as our terms unite and spread across the waters in
some destiny we achieve together in this luminous
air we’ve declared our own for the here and now
where there is no end but only these beginnings