Manila

There are black clouds above Manila

tiny islands tiny lights, roads winding

Into towns into staircases tiny causeways

to your heart

There are black clouds above Manila

little lights little surfers little sands

little sparks

maybe someday

little lanterns

write their way

into your heart

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Rivers

You tiptoed away into the forest

the leaves fell sylvan green

branches crossed light filtered through

the specks of light turned shadows

 

You looked back at me a moment

I thought I felt your hand against mine

 

it was just the warmth of the sun trickling through the trees.

 

And when the fog lifted

rubble, boots, rivers

the things you whispered still floating in the air

 

I realized that it was just me.

Tunnels

i’ve lived 4 lives in 2 years.

streaks of light tunnels racing

scenery like a film reel flashing

skipping scenes

you told me you didn’t love me

i drank whiskey, dark, forgotten words

 

and then there was laughter

skipping down an empty sidewalk,

and a midnight moon

can we stay here forever?

i don’t want to forget

 

does forever exist?

no

 

vibrating

shaking

swelling

 

it’s getting so loud

and we’re moving so fast

(too fast?)

all of a sudden the deafening roar

The lights snap, bursting white sparks into black

Silenced

Dark, vast… where?

 

The end of the tracks

cut the noise like a sliver

This is where 4 lives end

And one begins

 

I can still hear their voices.

-mh

Tail Lights

Central Park
It is strange when you can see the ends of things so clearly.
The dust, the fray, the edges of things –

where it all ends.

the walk away – one last time down the hall you knew so well

never to be walked that very same way again.

It was strange to see the turn of the corner.

To watch you disappear into the dark

knowing that was the day you walked out of my life forever.

This is the intersection.

Hang a left, I’ll make a right

 

And I won’t look back

but you know

you know

while you were here

it was good, it was good

it was so, so good

it was so good to see you smile.

 

Sea Change

and when i saw you

glimmers of light, sea, life

the ships were racing past me

and in your anchor i found my island.
you see with you i could float

flashes of watery undercurrent 

disappear into shimmering sunlight
i held my breath

dizzying circles

the hurricane that never came
and when i looked up

all i could see 

was water

sun

and sky

A sliver of me

you stood on the corner

a little sliver of me

a little piece of the trees

there was sunshine and you

were the whole of my heart

disappearing into the slant of sunlight

where I couldn’t see you.

I craned my neck, looking back for you.

And you didn’t notice

but as I turned my back to approach the sunlight,

my heart disappeared when you did.

Holding Your Place

In retrospect it all seemed glossier

Rose faded colored glasses and the tint of sienna haze that formed whenever you said goodbye –

The glow in your warm center and your laughter

your laughter

Holding hands walking up the dark stairwell the petals

trailed behind us and blew away with the wind

They got swept up in the whirlwind and disappeared into the sunlight.

I could see those little specks of light trickling through the dusty corridor whenever I came home,

And the dust would form a shape just like you used to

They were holding your place.

He Doesn’t Know I’m Leaving (A Poem for My Dog)

curled tightly on the couch

beautiful glint in his eyes

he doesn’t know

he tucks his nose down next to his back paws

will he miss me?

I place 5 small kisses evenly down his back

hoping he’ll remember

each one a storage of love

to be opened when he wants to sit on my feet and stare up at me

for reassurance, for love, to show me he needs me

and no feet can be found.

Sunrise

sunrise in san francisco

6am and the world is still

light barely sifting past windowsills and eyelashes

the glow of your voice and the silence of the morning as

the sparkle in your warm light

illuminates the gray

gently waking sleeping birds and sleeping souls

 

we’ll dance across the city

skipping stones of notes and verse

the city comes alive

 

there’s coffee on your doorstep

there’s music in the avenues

there’s grime, there’s history, there’s heartbreak and it wraps around the alleyways

 

but the cracks in my heart are fading

as the leaves begin to fall

 

and for a moment

everything else is still

everything else is quiet

everything fades into white and

 

it’s just me

it’s just you

and the sunrise.

Blueberry

A stout old man sits by himself in the corner

watching his younger brothers with skin more taut than he

delicately placed between seductive red lips –

explosive endings are their fate.

the lines that crease his face

tell tales of sunny days and faraway lands

time spent swaying with the laughter of birds and the dance of the sun.

the lines on his face are the lines on the face of the old man with the brown skin

humming as he makes his way through the haven of blue and green

a sack of blue on his back

a straw in his mouth and a love on his mind.