Your love is distant
I cannot see your eyes
Your heart took the open road
To destinations unknown
I’m stopped at the crossroads
Where I cannot feel which wind to follow
If you look back, beyond the horizon
Know that I am waiting
On the desert pathway
I see you beyond the next road
But it is another mirage
Your love has sped down the gullies
With the last rain storm
I wait for the clouds
acorn falls
soil catches
tree
heart falls
you catch
us
a moth does not see
leaves make a tree
you do not see
hearts make love
don’t wait until autumn
last leaf alone
winter snows
stretch and strain
much time to think
springtime buds
ancient wise one
cold night
howling wind
vines stop climbing tall trees
no hearth for the forest
winter’s rain
you turned and said goodbye
my soul shivers
add my tears
winter’s day
cold sunshine
ice cracking under a deer’s hoof
crocus flower
she spoke of us
what we have is her and I
does she know?
young night
old habits
sad hearts
i wandered to your light
you guided me out of darkness
we follow the fireflies
snow covers your hair
four footprints behind us
you led me through
a maze
what direction is your heart?
i follow your touch
you lead me to a fire
blankets dropped
we are consumed by the flame
nothing
reborn
touch
sleep
dream
morning light
brioche and coffee
finished work in the fields
now is the season to gather love
harvest moon
harvest your teachings
store your lessons
prepare for the winter
bountiful harvest
village feast
many pies
calm winter
moon
an ancient teacher who enlightens us
can we remember his lessons?
wisdom in a mirror
teacher’s writings
moon glows
moon reflects sun
one illumination
love reflects life reflects love
infinite illumination
moon robs colors
sun reveals colors but burns
insight requires caution
ancient traveler
sees the low red sun crying
embracing the sky
he quietly guides the rain
full moon over an old bridge
the traveler stands at the foot
he is of both lands
cold light touches all
weary traveler
waits for his home
to arrive
we chased summer away
pushed shadows aside
pulled stars into our eyes
now autumn is ready for us
autumn breeze
her auburn hair moves gently
red maple leaf falls slowly
november misty night
holding hands in the fog
we can never get lost
ten thousand miles away
she whispers my name
I see her face in the stars
ship to shore radio
her voice sounds distant
her fragrance lingers on
dock meeting
sea air
hearing I love you over the gulls
footsteps echo
outside table
white wine
strawberries
short walk
small staircase
we become our
your pouting face
melts my heart…
how do I put it back?
drumming
walking
holy woman
buying groceries
hot words
warm look
cool feel
you lie
we untouch
I walk
bird sings
flower blooms
in movie
asteroid overhead
grey traveler has no home…
visit, but please don’t stay
your angry lips
burn my eyes…
gold melts
moonlight on a wooden bridge over a dry stream
she wears a white dress…
he waits for rain
their love
miles away
hearts hear
foghorn
love is near
she spoke with her lips
and made no sound
she stopped for coffee
and saw them together…
two dark raging storms collided overhead…
he found shelter away from his heart
he is missing love
but looks only in the light
man rides horse
horse knows man
man does not know himself
clear sky
ocean sand
warm bread
white wine
gentle surf
sunset picnic
autumn river
ripe apple
red wine
your lips
desert sky
cold night
still air
raindrop brushes my cheek
Wayne L. Miller 