Beauty's black spot

So busy was I arranging my joy

Into bouquets of memories 

Those red kisses overlayed 

With white sprays of hope

Star spangled afternoons

Entwined in arms, legs, hair

Breaths, blankets, bites and all

So busy that I forgot to

draw a black dot on 

Your treasured face to 

ward time's inevitable eye.

And so beauty is fated to die,

But what burns was once alive. 

Grow

You came into my life 

like a sweet dream 

from another age. 

I loved like trees do

those clouds which

come from afar to pour 

Unborn blessings into

Flowers, seeds and

All things meant to

move on and grow

One dream led to

another and by then

The clouds were empty

Of all songs of rain