Rest Softly, Lori

In the rain of your eyes,
Ocean spray bursts up towards heaven
falling back with tears as leaves of a tree.
 
Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics  
like an invitation to a sky wedding
writ on the wrists of kites.
 
Dawn ghosted,
as a ship’s prow through windows
tangled in curtain rigging
 
in the way silence enters an empty room
sunrise gallows hang
heavy in your absence.
 
Tightrope of lips
taut between our secret space
and pavement cracks where rain survives.
 
Hands prayed down to the bone, but
darling, night arrived without you.
A phone call now will never wake you.
 
On the banks of Llyn Llydaw
rain fell like Nick Cave’s tears,
we sat down and pulled wings from angels
broke the bread of an unforgiving harvest.
Pass me that gun my darling one
we’ll shoot  away the cruel history
which sits at the end of the sundawn path
across water to the dark hills.
 
As the sunset came to meet
the evening on the valley,
stripes stitched falling stars
across bows of sinking ships
and you were left with the  
moon on your dress.
 
The snow will soon return….
that’s all we seemed to know
tracing footsteps of the lonely climbers  
leaving traffic breaths in scree cradles.
Universe do as you wish.
 
Streams of your womb’s river
broke the bracken veils,
maternal sunlight sings thru’
shingle of your every shore.
And the sea will always know your name.
 
Cymru skies bleed over American earth
I am a son of the soil, the toil of hand over heart,
even skeletons feel naked.
 
Sonnet of third finger left hand
symphony of bones, secrets of our wedding verse,
let’s sleep until Jesus closes our eyes, forever.
You knew my cynicism about bullshit of poetry
but sweetheart, we were my greatest poem.
 
Ar hyd y nos, the lighthouses blinks secret language
pillow tides washed on my morning shores
semaphores  for weeping wives, dead to oceans slumber,
our love may have tamed a tsunami.
,
Marsh land and the skies are distant
the God who invented rainbows
please take away your pallet.  
 
Curved rib of bird song
feathered our swallows to piano wire,
violin string, the state we’re in,
and what lies beyond
love, hope and faith
sits on the edge of a hospice bed
where I whispered goodbye.