DRAWING CLOSE

Drawing close to my letters
drenched in thin lines
of unfolded envelopes
by the window pane
watching the light of dusk
shadows of oak branches
fallen by high winds
over the river's edge
imprints all my colors
in a faraway crest of shore
simple garden scents return
from childhood gardens
near the school yard
offers a beautiful pardon
of double minded loves
which have been shadows
of my saving past
set on the flagstones
created alone by my eyelids
as lightening shouts
from its house offshore
brushing shapes on sand
lingered by the throngs
of the past sailing boats
in tremors fading fast
anchoring shadows
over the hull and deck
by a thousand dead bones
of a shipwreck
in our faulty dream lives
memory closes to atone
and remembers the winds
of conquered chances
past tomorrows
existing in this still life
in anonymous penance.