Laying on a futon:

One can watch city shadows

dance across a crème wall

in a precious puppet show.

The naïve youth can play their dreams

sprawled out on the open ceiling

like a cheap movie theatre.

An equally tenacious and foolish romantic

can open a window to the city

and smell their next lover’s perfume.

Yes the futon is great

for resting before new adventures,

but to not feel its fabric

before moving to silken sheets…

That’d be a travesty.

Don’t give up

for sometimes,

on a blue hammock under green trees

under a warm blanket of bird tweets

owl hoots

and cricket chirps,

I can touch peace

ever so lightly –

with just my finger tips.

Please be brave

because occasionally,

in a calm bath

listening to slow piano

under red lights

I can feel serenity,

she is weightless

soundless –

kind to me.

Reflect in that possibility

the eternal chance

to touch a peace

feel a serenity

and be truly

completely

empty –

If only for a moment.