Books by Diane Frank

Entering the Word Temple

Finding You

I dreamed of you in the desert
and in secret tunnels
below the pyramids of Giza.

In initiation chambers
you anointed my feet with jasmine oil
before my journey into the unknown.

You followed me
into the secret passageways
between lives
behind a long row of camels
where I was waiting
for the solstice sun.

I have loved you
inside wide fields of sunflowers,
in the desert with Jupiter rising
over the Eastern mountains,
Cassiopeia floating below
the midheaven,
your hands
light inside a waterfall.

Come to the place where
you can hear the ocean
through the open

Carry the moon.
Bring your hands of silver.

If you were here,
we'd be touching.

— Diane Frank