some days i wake up
      and all i see is you

so now, i wonder,
       is it me that you see too?

like darling, oh darling
      can you believe this view

goodness heavens, honey
       is there anything quite so true

healing happens --
     birch bolettes
     and beeches

songs of "the dead"
as beauty
     forever reaches

i do not know what makes a heart whole

from what I can tell,

there is an ocean

and an ocean, seven times over

there are green leaves which spring up

out of earth

in the shape

of what you might call "hearts"

I taste them

and everytime, something in me

dances

What,

I wonder,

might this wacky

and wonderful

world

be saying now

perhaps,

      you are already aware
      of the undying
      nature
      of life
      --

if not,

       may i direct some attention
       toward angry chopping blade
       of  mower -- symbol
       of "death"
       if there ever was one

and flowers

       which bloom
       lower
       and lower
       beneath reach of blade
       of that funny old mower

so i sing with you now

      oh dandelion and chicory,
       sorrel and clover --
      how love carries through
       over and over

i dreamt strong

about the beauty

which together we’d make

and held on long

until through pain i learned

you are not mine to take

and just like that

it’s gone

the heart does sometimes ache

now we have a song

and with tremors of love

earth eternal does quake

i am a songbird,

something like the croak of a raven

and when drifting into dark depths

unbroken, this love is a haven

when traveled too far,

still you are near

and when all sight is lost,

through the heart

we are taught how to hear

unbound darkness
through which
a seed is sewn