Avenues
Avenues
Avenues
Oh life
beckoning
A call to live
in the avenues
of creation
Long years
of toil
in pursuit
of --
I know not what
Then frightened
I broke the surface
And found a rose
and sweet
fragrance
In the avenues
of the living
October 31, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Roses and Violets
Passion's path
leads me to
a destiny with
meaning
In strides,
I moved
with courage
Yet always,
a hesitancy
To look back
and listen
Hearing voices
critical and
foreboding
But I looked
and saw
And knew the
improbable
was my way
And I kept
walking
Walking to a
garden
of purity
In fresh roses
and violets
Yet neglected,
caught in
a tangle of
weedy vines
And reaching in
I tore my flesh
But it felt
good
Like a breath
of fresh heather
On a wind-swept
fell
And -- I
consumed its
fragrance
Deeply moved
Passion's path
led me in
And I closed
the gate
behind me
Here with you
in the
neglected garden
We can grow
and nurture
our hearts'
feelings
In the courage
that our destiny
is designed
and purposeful
Our play
will create
a mystical place
of love's enduring
And there we'll
live and die
October 31, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Guatemala
Where are you princess
in the volcanic skies
Looking down on Atitlan
-- its pure deep gray green
Inviting my soul
to dwell
And live among the
Mayan echoes
A culture amid cultures
in tradition's garb
Ancient rituals and
spirited independence
Across the lake
in Santa Catarina
Among the merchants
and the players
We dallied and
peered inward
to that ancient
way
Where are you princess
in the echoing cloisters
Of an old Spanish church
In Chichicastenango
Old customs, time
held rituals
Kneeling, chanting
rhymes to
ancient gods
and spirits
heard
Amid the flickering
candles of
Mother Mary's Church
Ancient spirits,
souls lingering
in the dark corners
of that white
church
On market day
Where are you princess
in the courtyard
of that Spanish home
In the cobbled streets
lingering
The strains of the
marimba players
And the languid
caress of a tropical
evening
Bougainvilleas and
passion flowers
kissing my vision
In the beauty
of a Guatemalan
dark blue sky
And there, in
the shadows
My princess watches
Where are you princess
in the breaking dawn
Gliding across the
deep waters
of Atitlan
Are you in the market
place
Or at the water's
edge
Washing clothes
and waiting
for another day
Or are you in
my mind
a vision lost
in the strife
and bullets
Clinging to your
existence
But dying in
the shadows
of that church
in Chichicastenango
October 31, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Resurrection of a Heart
Tenderly poised
kneeling in the
soft grass
Touching the cold crisp
air of a kiss
Sharp, sweet purity
In perception's knell
among the craggy
rock strewn scarps
My dreams returning
to dwell
on a time
among the waterfalls
and small streams
And peaty bogs
And black deep
waters
Tarns and screes
Times relived --
memories reborn
And you are there
among these
recollections
Yet you live
elsewhere
in another time
and place
Though I think
you were there
too
In the cool
moist breezes
And the whistling
echoes on the fell
Yes, you were
there
In my mind's eye
And I embarked
on a journey
through life's
steep ascendancy
And I fell,
rolling, sliding
Down the scree
Steep, sharp rocks
tumbling headlong
in a pitiful descent
Until I reached out
and finally
caught that limb
of a silver birch tree
That saving grace
That redeeming timber
Taught, tense
sinewy
It held me and
though my feet
slipped and slithered
It saved me
from hell's
welcoming embrace
And then in
the graying reflection
of a cold dawn
The glowing embers
of an ashened log
Reflecting orange
in my soul
And I reached out
and searched
for you
Then began my
journey back
A different course
Among the silvered
forest in a dawning
day
Looking for a
nightingale
And a love
dreamt of --
many moons ago
It was like a
melody of a
heartbeat
Pulsing in my veins
We were connected
Yet we did not meet
And communicated
over distant skies
In verse and love
songs, in desires
of mystical
needings
Yet it was a dream
Until we met
and slowly
the fire rekindled
And the humming sounds
of warm enchantment
Filled our hearts
and that long off
longing
Became our love
October 31, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
You, I love
I love your thoughts
among the painful reflections
Green flavors in a
desert of acrid browns
You, I love like
a refreshing reflection
of a life renewed
I love your whisper
in the echoes of memories
Sweet caresses of words
soothing my disturbed
recollections
You, I love like
the sweet Spring wind
in an embrace of kisses
I love your smiling ways
in our simple living
Quiet moments and
peaceful mingling
in soft soothing
You, I love like
the chorus of a wren
bringing joy to my Winter's
rejoicing
I love your kindness
in the avenues of toil
Gentle looks and persuasions
in our dance of exploration
Enjoined
Yes, you --
I love
like the majesty
of early Summer's fire
burning orange
in the creation
of our loving
November 6, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
The Tower
It was the tower
of dark meaning
Black scars on a
fading gold backdrop
Stark in its symbolic
stance
High on the hill
of forgotten sadness
Recalling times
of strife and
exploitation
A tower of somber
recollections
Deep wounds and
pain endured
In the green dust
of centuries
Toil and tears
amid the acid
bogs
A symbolic stallion
of stone
It was the tower
of a nation's agony
Surviving in the
bleakness of intolerance
High on Tara's hill
Stark, stern
stallion to survival's
discourse
In centuries of stubborn
intransigence
The round tower
of a nation's defiance
November 6, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Last Waltz
Dance, dance in the
joy of a lover's
celebration
Swing to the
melody of a
craving
For kisses, caresses
and an everlasting
kindling
of loving
Dance, dance in the
meadow of a refrain,
a jubilation
Waltz in the
summer flowers
of abundance
Simple soulful
dreamy movements
lingering,
loving laughter
Dance, dance in the
sun's vibrating
shimmers
Cast warm
tenderness
on young and old
in the celebration
of loving
Joy's desire
in the gray
ambiance
And love --
in a last waltz
November 6, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Grayness
In time's snowflakes
falling moment
In the grayness of
an ashen day
Frozen gasps on a
window frame
The steel cold feel
of the glass
And peering out
a dusky day
In time's awful
melancholy
The shadowy figure
trudging wearily
in the snow carpet
crisp and clear
Like a virgin cloud
covering a black clay
And the day's
frozen moment
caught in that
melancholy gray
In time's deliverance
the winter of our lives
Snowy cold creeping
in through the gaps
And grayness descending
Memories breaking
through in small
vignettes
of regrets
and remembrances
And shivers,
cold's caress
In the grayness
In time's remorse
of life's squandering
in plundering
In deserting hope
in wild abandon
In hopes of glory
among the fashionable
mirages
And the snowflakes
falling
Cold white kisses
Covering the black clay
and grayness
everywhere
November 6, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Rio
Mountains craving
attention in the
surging foam
of a summer storm
Rio came amid
the brown bodies
Sensuous lips and
curves of hillsides
Enclosing the skyscraper
cathedrals and
tree lined streets
of Leblon
It was a dream
among the chitter
chatter of
Rio's chic elite
And the disco mania
rocking electric
metallic clatter
of the night club's
Beatlemania
In Copacabana's
fertile fields
of tighthipped
swaying princesses
and macho princes
It's Rio's prayer
among the surly
surf kisses on
long languid sandy
stretches
And early morning
joggers and
those brown bodies
in micro magnificence
In switch swaying
attention grabbing
provocation
On hot sands and
tie dyed cotton
swathes
And the foamy
surf surging
on sandy souls
It's dark
and enchanting magic
lights of
Copacabana
And samba soothing
rhythms
So we dance and
flirt to the
play of the jazz
band and
the soft sounds
of the singer
Sensuously
Surging feelings
and swaying
dancing to
the long night
It's hot and humid
and the high hotel
Room in magical
dusky sultry
breathing
And those soft
brown eyes
And glittering
display of
seductive cloth
Slowly removed
and the
rhythmic magic
of the Southern
night of
whispering
Over and over
again
Climactic
climbing
And Rio was
love
I remember
November 6, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Revolution
October came
in an electric storm
Red blood flowed
on a snow gray stage
Revolution in a murmur
The shrouded night's tears
suddenly broken
Boom, the Aurora's cannon
fired the call
And the Black Neva
wept pitifully
Seven decades more
of death and doom
Then --
the snow gray stage
appeared again
November 7, 1999
(revised February 8, 2000)
Michael David Coffey
©1999,2000
Michael David Coffey
Cuenca
Cuenca, cobbled streets
in the history of
conquest
Among the Andean
pastures and high clouds
A town of commerce,
of old families
And futures tied to
the past
And there in the square,
beneath the cathedral
towers-
The urchins gathered
shining shoes
And begging for money
So we sat and pondered
Saw the world
in microcosm
On a park bench seat
beneath an old weary
tree
My daughter and I
Saw the world
and healed our souls
In the difference
challenging indifference
It wasn't clear that
day, but it changed-
Our courses in
endeavors
It sowed the seeds
of destinies
Perhaps otherwise
lost in the mists
of confusion
But here on that
bench
My young daughter
in blonde radiance
became a princess
of divine offering
and gave
And went her way
As we both did
The day closing
A new day came
November 7, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Cuyabeno
In the primeval
primary oasis
of life's source
Engulfed in the
columns of life
Enraptured in the
green mists of
a groaning cathedral
of energetic diversions
Here in that
hot humid haven
of antiquity and birth
I clambered feverishly
Excitedly
A pioneer, a privileged
disciple
Discovering the beginnings
in this earth green
groaning canyon
of life's eternal
meaning
Through canangucha
and stream
Clambering over
fallen monsters
of timber towers
Balancing precariously
on sunken limbs
in mud and water
And gasping the
freshest air
Through lost glades
and everglades
Confused and
disorientated
Then regaining that
lost path of other
weary travelers
Running, gasping
and finally emerging
from the rainforest
November 7, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
La Esmeralda
In the orange green
hills beneath the
pink fading day
In a green hacienda
Of colonial style- wood
frame and stone white
walls
We retreated from
the day
Into the tall night
and darkness
Loving the silence
in the heavy
hearts collision
Enraptured, captured
behind the green
doors
November 7, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Passing
Oh the cold, the
the invasive curse
Of a Northern winter's
impinging oppression
Stifled in our
sleepy sensuality
Frozen in a frail
moment
Cold, yet warming
beneath the covers
Taking in the
heat of our bodies
Resting, sleeping
Yawning the afternoon
away
In the dim gray
veil
An afternoon passed
in quiet slumber
A day taken
in peaceful passing
November 8, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Winter in the City
Sweet light dancing
In the morning crisp
adoration
Clean silver bark and
white sheets of
clean snowfall
Painted on dark sinews
of an ancient dwell
Amid the rustle of
lives and pains
Snowflakes daintily
blowing in the sharp gusts
of a cleansing wail
The tram cars grinding
their caring course
to the terminal
And dark shrouds
engulfing the winter's
virginity
November 9, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Renaissance
Of life's dangling dalliance
in the avenues
of a winter's whistling
echo
A greeting from the sullen
shadows of a silvery
cloister
Of birch and frosted emblems
emblazoned with
snowy diadems
And clustered silver frosting
on the window pane
A welcoming night's dimming
melody hauntingly
playing in the corridors
Of life's haunting nuances
Rekindled in the blackness
I wander free in my mind's
caress
of another time
and place
My life's dream renewed
November 9, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Dawn's Celebration
Sullen softness in the
light's awakening
glint of dawn
And kisses in the
warm air of an oven's
flickering cloak
Cold wintry images
of stark immobile forces
Black earth shroud
Silver white quilt of snow
The heart's reverberating
rhythm welcoming
a new day's pace
My head clear, void
of troubles
Anticipating the braking
morning with joy
In warm celebration
of being with you
In silent homage
To our magical enticement
Our love in earthy desires
and ethereal embraces
Passion of life, in love's
blossoming
November 10, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Earth Dream
Sweet remembrances to
the pastoral flight
In the green swaying
arches of a forest's
kissing mysteries
In love, deep among
the gray silver memories
of an enchanted
imagination
There, I'll take you
and live among the
flowers of a purple
haze
Enveloped in the misty
voices of a poetic dream
Whispering erotically,
in a penetrating voice
Our love is mingled
amidst the rushes
In the quiet sadness
of an ageless forest
Here, and only here
to embrace among
the eternal mosses
clinging sensuously
to craggy, wind hewn boulders
And to make love
in the ferns of feathery
enticement
To love, love deeply
Penetrating the humid earth
Breathing in the musk
of earthy endurance
To kiss the dewy
fibrils of splayed leaves
Embracing our nakedness
in our eternal grasp
of life's infinite connection
To love so deeply that
our pains dissipate
in the forest's mystery
And our hearts are
filled with the
freshness of
the purest spring
Nature's blood gushing
from the brown
peaty soil
and renewing
our lives
In the forest's dreamy
apparition
And our hearts
pulsating in fulfillment
of earth's intent
November 10, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Soul Mingling
Soul in the air
High, high above
the clouds
In heaven's reach
Am I male?
Or female?
Or does it matter?
Apart from earthly
manifestations
who am I?
And you?
The same
and infinitely different
In living, cloaks of
camouflage
Black, white, red
male, female
But in the rarefied
considerations of soul
what matters this?
Soul is infinite
and infinitely defined
No boundaries in earthly
conception
But spiritual coexistence
Soul mingling
And all souls connected
yet divisible
But female, male
black, brown, red, white
I think not!
Souls are sexless
and yet sensuously
sexual
But undivided
the amalgam of
universal infinity
November 11, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Male and Female
What is male, female?
In societies domain
it has definite connotations
Yet in different communities
its characters are clearly
distinct
And in cultures diverse and
eras, millennia, global
dissipations
It has acquired different
aspirations
Though in origins the roles
of man and woman
were clearly divisible
Long since has civilization
eroded the biological
acquisition
So in modern America we have
modern woman dominant
and modern man emasculated
But this is a temporal fashion
and will disappear
And its place
male female comergence
Female males
Male females
Betwixt and between
Unisex unified
diffusion
Emancipation of the
sexes in common
goals, roles
And an end to
sexual conflict
In the sharing
of all aspirations
November 11, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Sweet Serenades
A dawning light of
yellow gold
delight in the
dreamy dance
of morning's glory
Here among the
columbines and
gentle breezes
Of an ocean's soft
surging arousal
In play, we excite
the day and
begin again
Our loving in the
silent silver shadows
Of the bedroom's
cloistered call
And love sweetly
in a passion of
Spring flowers
and sensual serenades
November 12, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
A Lament
Red reflections in a
sultry ashen orange desert
Gray ghosts, echoes
of a distant melancholy
Among the copper dunes
of an abandoned mine
The cries of the man,
exhausted
Dying in the darkness
of a dream lost
What brought him here
and what visit --
did death bring?
A flaming bush
lighting up the sky
Beacon to a lament
of Ireland' lost
Cursed in hell's tortured
continent
Amid bards and hatred
Religion and division
What brought this
man to such --
desolation and copper dust
To die, bleeding
of knife wounds
in the copper canyons
of a mine's waste
Wasted lives
and dreams of hope --
lost
November 16, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Three Kisses
Silence sweeps the
corners of a thought
Of love among the
lullabies of a dream
Passionate arches, flowers
of a furtive melody
Delicately poised in
a touch gentle
Pressing softly to your
heart
And I kiss you
Silence sweet and
delicate
An imagined moment
dancing in the ivy
Clinging tenaciously
to the Byzantine
cloisters of an elusion
A dream of peace,
restful seclusion
Close, in a ballet
of adoration
And I kiss you
Silence in a silvered
glade of fragile
coexistence
Lying amid the feathery
green fibrils of
tenderness
In a haven of tall ferns
in pensive poise
Enclosing us in greenness,
seclusion
In the silvery
caresses of dusk
And I kiss you
November 17, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Black on White
Black on white
in squares of dust
A desert of strategies
played out on a global
map of illusions
Tank columns and
heavy artillery
Missile batteries and
concrete bunkers
Boom, boom, boom
And the shrieking howl
of low flying jets
Orange crescendos
dazzling in the
bloodied snow
A festival of corpses
Baby limbs and
villages in blackened
whiteness
All in squares on the
strategist's board
And precision planned
Blood flowing amid
the contrasts
A supremacist's
creation in
human suffering
Black on white --
and red
November 17, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
The Angel's Visit
In the ice cold
stage of a winter's grasp
An angel appeared
in sky-blue gown
Shrill cries were heard
in the blackened sky
And the dying reached
out in pitiful pleading
Such torment, such
anguish among the ruins
Of man's creation --
a desolate land
The angel came to
remind the world
That man's purpose
is not to destroy
But to create a playground
for children
A school. a university
A hospital
A theater for the living
loving community of souls
But the cannons roared
and more missiles were
launched
And the angel went away
November 18, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Reality?
Do I dream or do
I live in reality?
For life seems like
a play of dreams
Of love and joy
and quiet reflections
My soul rests in
the tranquil meadows
And my joy dances
on the stage of quiescence
So do I dream
this play?
Is reality a creation
of the mind's conjecture?
Am I deluded in my
vision?
This play -- is it a dream?
Am I already in heaven?
Or did I finally
find truth in the humble
beginnings of love?
In reality it does
not matter
For I am in love
And love is all
in reality and dreams
November 18, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Steel
In time's discourse
a fragment frozen
Caught in a chill blast
of arctic air
Still steel, glinting
garish in the star night
A corpse of a memory
stolen
In discord and disarray
What time is this
among the cold dreams?
I wonder and agonize
to this vision
This razor fragment
steel blue cold
Caught in the moment
A testament, a tablet,
a shrine
To death and distortion
And the air echoes
with the howls
Can the century end
in the frozen war?
November 19, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Warm Love
Soul kisses falling
melting, mingling
with snow
Dreamy kisses effusing
mingling with the fragrance
Of cold breezes
meandering through the birches
Silver frost on
the window panes
And warm snug embraces
catching our lives
in perpetual love
Soul kisses engaging,
enticing, melting
the snow
Love in a frantic moment
Warm thoughts and
magic in the frosty
Air cold to the touch
Heated in our love
And we loved the
morning away
Snug in our contentment
November 19, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Kisses of the Moon
Dreams in the wild
times wind
whispering
a love song
To you in paradise
among the tangled
memories of a
distant prayer
Do you remember
those long agos
When heaven wept
and hell's door
was at your beckoning?
Do you recall
the pain, the
pleasures of lust
And how it left you
desolate?
Dreams, fluttering, now --
like a fragile
butterfly
Entering the room
in the dim light
of a moon's cradle
Kissing your soft breathe
in rapturous intent
And soothing
your pain
Your hurt
in a melody
of pale gold
Yes, dreams
are the rapture
of life's endurance
And the kisses
of the moon --
Are the lovers'
sweet deliverance
Softly, gently
we fall into
our lullaby
of peaceful caresses
And dream the
night away
in peaceful coexistence
November 20, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
If I love you more
If I love you more,
I say it with my eyes
my smile
And add my voice
to the winds of
an awakening dawn
If I love you more --
Then the dawn will
scream orange with
the passion of our
enjoining
If I love you more,
then I'll rejoice it
In our simple pleasures,
leisures in the dawn
And soft kisses on your
neck, your nape
Your ear
I'll say it in the tasting
of our love
If I love you more,
and I do
Then I'll think it
and dream it
And we'll rest in
the quiet darkness
In each others reclination
Loving each soft
Touch
And being -- in love
December 1, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
If
If, love be
the path of fools
Then tread cautiously
but do not hesitate
Walk through the snowy
glade of silvery frost
Sparkling jewels, fragile
to the touch
And glide down, descend
to the valley, white
Deep in crispy serenity
And love? Meet it
Take it, taste it
And consume its warmth
December 4, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
A red rose for you
A red rose for you
my darling
Thrown in a loving
gesture
To a play - our lives
in a concerto
A musical dream
of enchantment
A melody of sweet
kisses
And a rose -
red like our love
A red rose for you
my sweetness
In adoration I
declare my heart
A gift of enticement,
of endearment
A loving kiss
in red petals
Strewn on our
bed of enchantment
A red rose, undying
token of our love
A dream, a reality
a rose red
Full bloom and
youthful yet
An undeniable love
I declare
Casting aside my
cares
And sweetly caressing
your softness
A red rose for you
my darling
- in adoration
December 11, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Dusk
Love's dalliance
in the dusky moment
Here by the burnished pond
reflected orange gray
The departing day's sigh
And sweet night mirrored
in the silent shadows
Captured in the passionate
blaze of the sun's dying madness
December 11, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Forever?
If I kiss you
will you dream
Dream of stars
streaming, milky
blue light pale streams
In an endless ribbon
Blowing in a fragile wind
Carried to infinity
And love, my love
will it endure
Flow in the blue vapors
Stream with yours
in frantic frivolity
Caught forever
in the arrows
Of a love frozen
forever in time?
December 17, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
And you
And I dreamt of you
in another life
On waves of a cresting light
Blue surges caught
in a moonlight discord
Scattering angels in the
Flight
Of a love divinely given
I dreamt, I dreamt
and one day I met you
Like a dream in a snowstorm
black night cold
And tender touches
enticingly given
In our flight, our lighted
path to a vision
dreamt true
December 27, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©2000
Michael David Coffey
Candle Flame
Silence spells the night
in snow falling
through the black
Night enclosed in
a lighted window
A candle, a song
and alone
I think of your
Presence
Here in the soft cotton
Sheets of our loving
To hold each other
'til daytime comes
In the flickering charms
of an enduring
flame
December 27, 1999
Michael David Coffey
©1999
Michael David Coffey
Only Loving
Loving, loving
give me loving
In all its sensuality
Its lustful intent
Give me this
A gift -- your loving
Only this
January 1, 2000
Michael David Coffey
©2000
Michael David Coffey
A Lover's Kiss
Light falls
scattering prismatic
rain
on your shoulders
Dancing daintily
in the vapors
of a lovers meet
Swirls of whispers
of saintly ghosts
Lovers lost in
the glades of
green foliage
And you caught
in that magic
A sun's gift in
a glowing shower
Light caressing
your softness
Your shoulders glittering
in diadems
of a lovers gift
And I kissed you
January 14, 2000
Michael David Coffey
©2000
Michael David Coffey
Desert Love
Love's yearnings
surreptitiously
given
Credence in
the sigh
Of a silent plea
And there we
met in the
afternoon's
bronzed warmth
And loved the
hours away
For what, for nothing
Just loving
and enjoying
The moment
of engagement
Lost in a
desert's enticement
In our oasis
of white linen
And that dreamy
princess bed
January 14, 2000
Michael David Coffey
©2000
Michael David Coffey
Amber Dreams
What are dreams
at the beginning, the end
The effusions of the soul
in a journey through
time and pain
Captured translucent in
that golden amber
As though all eternity
descended for a brief
respite
The kiss of the ancient
gods and goddesses
Caught in a vague memory
of life eternal
Swept through a tunnel
of emotion
Longing in a melancholy
and echoes of a
distant tribe
Green and gold and love
A thousand Celtic cries
then silence
And my dream
reflected in amber
January 15, 2000
Michael David Coffey
©2000
Michael David Coffey
Tree of Love
New Life
in the half light
pink coralloid in homage
To continuity in gold thread
woven in timeless coils
by old wisdom's toil
Gentle firm fingers turn
the wire trunk and branches
Extended in prayer
Bending in the weight of
coralloid pink smooth
stone tears
And God cried in
the baby's breathe
New life and…
A tree of love
January 15, 2000
Michael David Coffey
©2000
Michael David Coffey
Wandering
It was you in the window
of my mind's wandering
In the mists
of a morning's softness
There among the flowers
reaching out to grasp the dew
Carpets of gold and blue
And you in white clouds
wandering in the dawn
It was you in my wandering
Gliding through the whispers
The roses of love,
blushing in their pink innocence
And you smiling
in quiet contemplation
of life's wonders
Yes, it was you in white
reflecting a morning's softness
It was you, you --
in the delightful dawning
Wandering in love with love
among the gold and blue
Caressing the rose in innocence, pink
Yes, you in love
A Spring sprung dance of delight
to greet my dream, my longing
Yes, it was you
January 20, 2000
Michael David Coffey
©2000
Michael David Coffey
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