For My Wife

Last night I wandered through the moon’s deep dust,
Flung far across an intervening void
By wan Diana, clad in waxen robes;
The velvet stripes that lay along the lawns
And gravel paths, a silent tranquil sea;
Dust-fragments floating in the navy air
As stars. What should I think of in this night
Filled up with nightjars’ jasmine-scented songs
But you, my light-haired lady? Should your smile
Be suddenly unfurled, these pale vignettes
Would vanish in that bright epiphany
As dreams dissolve in sunshine. Therefore be
A memory only in my quiet times;
Your presence is too strong for subtleties.

Published Work

Works in Progress

  • The Fifth Evangelist
  • The Sea That Laps Vancouver