Zayra Yves: Poetry

For the living:

sand washed prayers
to hang
on the vines of dreams
and air dry

under a mala of stars
between who we used to be
and who we are.

Let clouds disappear
into the sea -

and the moon drink
dark words from our lips
while we sleep.

copyright 2007 by Zayra Yves

Zodiac in a Jar

You tease and mock
my fascination with the heavens
and the stories that fall
from the sky.

Listen, this is how it is:

I collect stars in a jar
to remind me that we exist
auspiciously in all things
from lip to celestial.

The broken sun:
a 1,000 jagged pieces and shards
spread across the universe
to be born again.

Anyway, I have seen you
sleeping like a village poem
wrapped in colors of innocence
or sometimes posing as Apollo.

So, you won't
talk me out of gathering
the remains of a splintered sky.

I will even save room
on the bottom
for the fractured glory
of your styled cynicism.

copyright 2007 by Zayra Yves

SANCTUARY


You arrived in a dream
and left the same way.



Part of me thought it was overblown
how you might just touch me
in one minute to change life as I knew it -
walk like a flower
among the thorns of my discolored heart.



The other part of me knew
it was you

would always be you

to rise like a sweet fragrance
in the strangely lonesome field

I call "myself"

and populate it with love.



Just when I start to think it is dead
all dried up and gone
with the memories uprooted
and nothing to show for it
except a few seeds...
suddenly the selfless joy of our embrace
opens like a rose in sunlight.


Once again

I am surrounded by our flowers

in full bloom.




copyright 2007 by Zayra Yves