I Am Still Water

I am still water.
My smooth surface
does nothing
but sit and reflect
the sun. Have you seen it,
my perfection? It's tantalizing
glimmer rolls over for days.
Look at my face.
Blind yourself on all I have
to offer your eyes.
But guard yourself,
for every body
of water has its depths.

Light a candle in your space.

I see you
in that dark place
where your voice echoes,
where it changes on you.
It's a painful thing,
a voice with the freedom
to affect the speaker.
Do be careful,
with your reverb,
and speak sweetly
to my friend.
I love you,
and I see you.

The Smell of the Morning

Have you smelled
the morning? I have.
But only when I have
allowed myself
eyes, only when I have
allowed myself
time to learn.
You see,
the morning has no
sense of time,
it pulses only within
the parameters of a timeline.
It starts only when
your night ends,
and your body opens.
Oh, and the smell is
fresh dew, clean
air to breathe
deeply.

Intended

How far are you,
sweet dream?
My knees no longer burn,
they don't remember
the hours in prostration,
in obligatory prayer.
Come to me,
with that faded swiftness,
and lighten my eyes.
Show me how,
how I used to sparkle
as I watched my horizon,
the one I painted.
How far are you,
and do you remember
my intentions?