To Gwyneth, with Love The planet is like an island when it seems we never meet I venture into a world of unattainable sea froth, the stars floating on incredible distance the sand still between my toes and I have got to risk my life to find you.

I love you like setting all the fish in the ocean free The whales and sharks and plankton and jellyfish The retroactive placement of all extinct species

All the ages and all the numbers are astounded by the space and time of your beauty. Your smile outnumbers all the pleasure of a bird song on the solar wind. Your eyes shine to

The sun shone as if I were drinking the crescent moon shone that day as brightly as the sun’s snowfall reflection the shadows and sunlight, lightly landed, danced I squinted in expectation, I opened the door My eyes open child’s wonder as bright as any light filled me, my spine as any drinking known can … Continue reading Winter's Daylight Awe: James Adamson

Some kinds of clouds stream and streak the blue sky like a focal point spreading its beams of life drawing us to the horizon. Do you feel like answering its call? Do you want to see where the life of the sky came from, the natural rays of lightly manifested airbrushed clouds or the stronger … Continue reading Streaks Across the Sky: James Adamson

It's not just the glaring sun that bothers, it is the confused metaphor; the sadness of blue and the heaven above of blue. When the sun is a cool meadow or gently cast over suburban houses and the trees cradle the moist white air it could be the floor of saints, this ceiling above. And … Continue reading The Dread of Clear Blue: James Adamson

Snowshoes are giant feet and music is the sway of uneven steps. Written memory creates preservation of the need to see snow in the sand of division between grains and flakes when time crushes all to some river telling tales of evolution we are afraid to sink into. Letters trail like powerful words because we … Continue reading A Summers Beach: James Adamson

I want to share our love with our lips, peck you on the nose, (you don't like that and I don't know why) I love your eyes the most, please, why don't you believe me? I will caress my lips on your closed eyes, share our love with our lips, look in our eyes, wish … Continue reading Hope: James Adamson