Since You Went Away...

Arced instep

Flattens

Sinking deeply

In sands soaked

With the breathless gasp

Of sea's

Wanton tides

The patterns left

weigh heavily

on the aching frame

of a careworn Time

Cyan surf

teases frothy kisses

from

beneath the conspiratorial

whisper of lips

too long denied

They,

Reluctantly revealing,

the hunger

In lamentations shorn

of downy comfort -

Blinding mind's spiraling eye

A milky glory

in momentary lull reflects dully
the pained pleasure

that is the gritty pleading

of stalwart rock 
pulverized

into sullen shores

Within its

arid bleedings

The sundialed traces on the slate

of lost altars found

scream the light

that scribe the glyph

of Petra's sound

And as Gibraltar crumbles

fleeing the perpetual hour of Now

The Freedom

from this jaded desire is borne

Climbing the steppes

of your slipstream Tao.