burned redwood
Burned remnants of a redwood

White-hot flames lick skin.
Phantom limbs sway in the past –
embers of what was.



poem about soulmates
Curtains glide open,
a spotlight shines.
There you stand,
as if spinning signs.

An unseen hand guides me
and a finger taps your shoulder.
You turn around –
I’m bowled over.

Words flow from my mouth,
I know what to say.
A smile crosses your lips
and my heart flies away.

With a bang we remember
that bridge we crossed before.
Into the dark,
and back through the open door.