2B....sonnet

My love,
homeless wanderer
conceived in sand
perished in sand
splashed once
in distant oases
on unreached shores
beating desert drums__
futile as adjectives__
to stone-walled doors .
Then panting, weary,
soft-touched her cheek
and wistful tucked
a curl behind
the ear of memory .

The Unforgiven

Tonight,near the opposite wall,
my vagrant floor stopped its walk,
looked up toward the Silence strung,
and travel-weary began to talk.

I never wore the rainbow plume,
nary a silver lining show,
but dusky,dappled ,darkling blend
the colour of yes ,the colour of no.

I know I failed the serenade,
was purblind to the tint of things,
but now I have a snow-white pigeon,
with just your name upon its wings.

She smiled---my pictured damsel blue,
a smile that hailed the passing birds,
it soft-lit ,once, her ebony eyes,
then darkening,bode the death of words.

B........A sonnet

Come sit beside me.
Forgotten lovers we-
the kids of love and illusion
of incubatic delusion
of fidelity in things
of engagement rings.

Come , leap into my eyes
and I'll shut them tight.

Give me your hand
across chasmic dark,
I'll caress the lines
then....pause the trace
two droplets poised
at the edge of my face.