Evening Meditation

The laughter of brook
scrambling over brambles
through the brush of wood in morning –
Cool to touch,
wet,
still,
with dew and dark,
blinking at the sun

As fingertips run over,
it does not splinter.

Its bare flesh against the winter pale
blinding in the dawn-light
Pristine at sunrise
Innocence still kept
harbored in its hollows

I can smell you,
dare not press you to my lips,
a whisper stead of kiss,
a promise –

Wait
’til springtime,
Keep me tender
’til summer heat will dry your skin
and crisp beneath the autumn wither
when Earth takes back
her endless minutes,
slowly
fading
and silence
fills the winter air
with just
the sound of laughter

EJZ 10.14.2015

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Water washes coin to sea
down leg, drips patient
tracing lines
longing for fingertip kisses
and time wasted,
enjoyed
is not wasted time.

Ask me about what I left behind.

I can taste your voice,
cool breath sighing to sleep.
Sing one more time so I can remember
danger in your eyes, begging,
first step in leap of faith over sky
knowing no motion but flo
at
no question but why
not
now?
Time wasted, enjoyed,
is not wasted time.

EJZ 08.03.2015

No More Dreaming

My mind rehearses
each contour of your face,
rough
texture of your hair,
eyes,
lowered,
seducing with first glance

I tripped and fell
into you, chaos symbol –
Chasing infatuation
seemed like a bad idea at the time,
felt like a great time – what an idea!
so I did it.

It’s 5 AM.
My half-sleeping eyes remember to forget you
I won’t be seeing you again.
I won’t be falling
into your arms
Running, screaming passion, fire, love affair,
Chased infatuation,
I ran too quickly.
You ran away.

EJZ 09.02.2015

Doodle

Networks of veins run through life
like dew drops counting time
in dreams untouched by shadows of shame
and seconds colored by the fruit of the day.

There is peace in the sun
though she cries at night
while the moon hangs heavy in the sky –
Limber, with the scent of dusk
in the orange tinge that takes hold
of her faint farewell to daytime.

Drifting off to dreaming
where the petals turned to dust –
Phased not by nature’s passing
Instead, said,
connect to pieces unwrought,
fragmented and full
like the drops of time still uncounted.

EJZ 07.24.2015

Hourglass

Cloud dusts over starlight,
shielding gray on gray.
The empty space next to me reminds
I am alone.
Breathe in –
Mood ring blue depths
instead of sky
Looking for reflection,
beg connection
Somewhere in the dark of night
to hope to see
your face, breath
washing over me
like ocean mist and drowning –
I wonder if you think of me,
look next to you, alone at night,
miss the rise and fall of my chest –
It’s all I can think of when I look to the sea
as time passes through my fingers,
silky and delicate like sand.

EJZ 08.19.2015