The scent of your breath across
the horizon of my sternum

& the pull & clench beneath,
is tectonic; white birds
rise & fly, die
& descend.

Come
Be a mate
Of rose
Of daffodils
Of gladiola
In the garden

I am pleased to see
a happy heart

He said, 'I can watch your dedication but not your duty,
With tight lip I stood there making d morning more silent...
He said, 'You love your work because your respect beauty,
In a blub way I resumed with Adam lily calmly to nascent...
He said, 'I love these flowers because it is a symbol of peace,
I inhaled d fragrance with a woe thought that it is also a symbol of love, He said, 'Which is d thing I swine the most'? ? ?
Turning my face n saying, 'The plucking of flowers, will it cease'? ? ?
He said none, looked in my eyes with my problem unsolved,
It is a reason to smile, same time, I am groaning cause its branch is my stove, my life of worst...

Birds in High Sierras Reign
Calling Winters Heart
No Blame
Living Lifted Loving Free
This Stair that Rose
Behind that Tree

Lovers Carved Theirs Names
In Trust
With Vows of Care.
And Nights of Lust

Its Up the Stairs  
Past Lights Well Known
To Seek Hearts Mysteries
Beyond What's Grown

New Dreams
Öv Ancient Wisdoms Z.  
Past X and Y
Now Joined as Three

In tThanks we turn
With Mountains Share
Best Wishe is Friend
Be Blessed All Care

Sooty sky, stars hushed and clouds flushed with florescent light,
A friendly walk with strangers in the night.
So strange when a girl so accustomed to silver starlight
& weeping pines in beloved twilight
Becomes strangely delighted by paved paths and streetlights.