#platonic elements

The sunlight filters Through treetop leaves Before landing Gently Dappling the ground With light and shadow. Dust dances in the rays; The soil is warm The moss is soft The stream is near enough To provide its pleasant noise. The earth reaches for the sun.

You are seated On a rock In the sun; I lay beside you. You read a book. I contemplate the universe Hidden within a wisp of moss Emerging from the stone.

A breeze appears momentarily

Twirls through the leaves

Skips through the grass

And wraps its fingers in your hair;

You smooth it absentmindedly

Returning to your book.

I lay my head down

Returning to my contemplation

Eyes of amber trap my memories of mint and time; Winter sadness may bring floods that dull the glowing tint, but Sunlight will illuminate the liquid gold and show Clearly passions scattered on the surface of the sap.

Sculpted out of stone - but no, I’m much too soft for that; Smiles need more forgiving substrate than do succulents. Sculpted out of clay - and yet still firm enough to touch; Smiling cannot melt it, but perhaps still give me warmth.

Days could pass and still I could not find a symbol Fanciful enough to do my visage justice, while Vague enough to venture close to truth... My face is sculpted out of nothing short of stardust.

Conversation with you Is like jumping; The air is thin, But I don't need to breathe; I feel the wind Wash tears from my eyes; I feel the sun Give me wings of fire; I feel the fear of falling And I trust That you won't let me hit the ground.

I hope your clouds Are solid enough That I can rest upon them; Though logically This should not be the case. I hope your clouds Are more solid Than the one who taught me This is how you fly…

I wish I could talk about The details of you Like love songs do. But that is not what I know

I know that when I'm with you I'm dancing on fire A little clumsy A little awkward A little lively A little rushed. The details don't matter When you move this fast. I'm much more graceful than you I know this is true But you tease me And you spite me And I stumble And fall My grace disappears When you talk like that.

I feel not the touch Of earth beneath my feet Nor wind in my hair Nor sunlight on my cheek, Because I am suspended With you In a place In a moment And the very texture of time Feels like the satin of the depths.

If I cannot hear your music Through the water, If I cannot quite comprehend your beauty, I am sorry That my senses won't cooperate.