Thoughtful  

The camera/an eye/ always demanding,

looking across a red canyon to the plateau.
Questions are like rocks kneeling on flowers
until they burst in violet suns/ and wheel
             drunk on the heavy milk of sorrow.

Are you an old heart dried by your devotion? 

Shall I kiss you? 

It is past sadness;
past time/its ineluctable shadows;
past glistening reminders of yesterday;
past old favorite planets and ethereal waters;
past maps hidden in the back-streets of memory;
past bridges crossed at the entrance to ecstasy.
past an infinite sky that hides a lovely eye.

Hand me that eternity that sprouts from time.
It climbed a mountain, boulder on its back, snakes
with tempting venom, devils dangling and
vanishing in noon-day suns, songs of lovely deaths
heard in ghost towns, shy beauty aware of itself.

The eye speaks of lovliness and hands out a want-bone. 
I am a transparency. I am lit up with bits of 
my heart and memory. I am worlds. I am powers.

I am collecting the remnants of an all-night party
And leave dozens of beautiful stones under the pillows of lovers.
I am hopeful in the falling light stretched over fifteen lifetimes.
I am thoughtful in the stillness of a moment before the camera.