My spirit cannot be bridled
  For it is as wild as fire -
As innocent as a child
  And in secrecy, has desires.

My body cannot contain it -
  No, because of how strong I am -
All that my spirit resonates
  Could fill an entire room.

I may die and not be missed;
  Lest people forget with one accord
That I left behind good remnants -
  I will come and haunt that void.

The Moon became quietly jealous
  One night when I surveyed Venus.
The usual glory reserved for her
  Went to the dancer with Perseus.

At first, she passed for a star
  Sparkling high above a church roof
But as she moved down further -
  Her ample speed gave proof.

Outgoing clouds didn't shroud
  The evening sky of cerulean blue.
Enchanted, I stayed around
  To observe her quick rendezvous.

Bless each palo verde bloom –
  Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
  That thus have raptured my love.

See how they speckle the tree
  With a burst of yellow bright
And upon the branches flit
  By the wind that blows nigh –

Leading me not to consider
  The force behind nor why
But to admire how they arch
  In reverence to the sky.

Star of wonder, star of power
Bluest of steel blue
It shines at the midnight hour.
More wondrous than Regulus
Its eight points burst forth
Beautiful and careless.
Calling moths to flight
The bowsprit lantern burns
Inspiring them to a new height.
It wades through the black sea.
Turn your face this way –
Shine on me, shine on me.

I was smote by words
As a soldier with bullets
‘Til I harnessed their power
And they slight retreated lest
  I would fire back

Then they came for my freedom
But they did not prevail;
No rights were forsaken
Because time outran evil
  And faded to black.

April – breezy and demure –
Make yourself at home.
I’ve kept some tea warm –
So glad you're here.

I heard that you'd visit;
The birds announced your arrival
By chirp and warble –
I’d been waiting for it.

I saw wildflowers in full flush
Arrive just ahead of you.
The bees buzz as if to say “hello”
And throng around the brittlebush.

Sweet crickets, the tune
You’re playing tempts me to sleep.
By your tune, I will drift off
Better to a place dark and deep.
The low moon and toads
As well as I are your audience.
Why, even the saguaro blooms
Have opened with interest!
The night will soon bend over
And kiss my eyelids closed.
From Earth’s port into the sky
Of oblivion, I will go.
But should I judge your tune
To be my favorite solace
Promise me you’ll return
One night to play for me again.

Oh, joy! at the night sky
And the wonder it declares.
How flirtatious! How they flare –
The many stars on high!

There's Castor and Pollux
And Rigel and Betelgeuse
And look! – Aldebaran bids adiós
As he swaggers west.

Gentle Earth, I beg of you –
Whisper to us the first sign of spring.
Annul this wintry despair
And a season of life anew, bring.
From the depths of Baja
Carry the warmth in upon a draft.
Poke the sunshine through grumbly clouds
And send it down as a gilded shaft.
Clothe the desert with the raiment
Of fleeting sheets of white rain.
Implore the wildflowers that they
Bestow upon us a fantastic display.
Help the button-face of the brittlebush
Peep over the dead, crumpled brush.
Bring forth the canyon penstemon.

Oh, star – brightest star –
That's first in the sky –
I don't need advice;
I just need an ear.

Nobody else must know
But I feel terrible.
You seem quite capable
Of fighting evil's blow.

Shine for my heart –
Let your fire burn my strife
With resilience tonight;
Shine on with luster.

The sight of you is crisp –
Your wisdom is your silence;
I lay this up to heaven
And trust it upon your lips.