by Steve Troyanovich
dreams the wind
You’ll bring the place to me
Where all is well…
--- Dylan Thomas
through the loneliness of mirrors
i sought the lost lips of your nakedness
through the gliding wind
your gazing song of night…
mouthing my touch
fostering a warmth
i had not known
moonbeams danced tenderly
within the fragrant memory
of your luminous hair…
through seeds of snow
and treading storms
your skin robes stars
your eyes fill moons
my sleep to a newborn
sleep returned…
you held me there
forever… alone and still
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Correctional educator. Freelance journalist and editor. Work recently appeared in Fog & Woodsmoke (Lost Hills Books, 2011). He was also represented in From the Other World: Poems in Memory of James Wright (Lost Hills Books, 2008). His poetry has appeared in many diverse publications and anthologies including: Arabesques Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Quarry, Abraxas, Sarasvati, The Dawntreader, Inclement Weather, Weirdbook, Treaders of Starlight, Broken Streets, Amanda Blue, Blue Unicorn, Stone Country, The Wormwood Review, Mundus Artium and the Goose River Anthology series. Co-editor of the fantasy poetry collection: Omniumgathum. Author: Dream Dealers and Other Shadows. Has translated from the work of the French-Canadian poet, Fernand Ouellette. Presently engaged in translating from the poetical works of the Argentine poet, Rodolfo Alonso.
Last updated May 12, 2011