~
drawn to a twinkling
crown of muted lights

a moment in the waterfront
of your eyes

in between circadian rhythm
and a place called irresistible

there we listen to sun-filled hymns
and children's laughter

not caring what comes after...
~

People crumble
The rest shall follow
I would save them all
But the pain is hard to swallow

Of the life we lost
The dead, the dying, the diseased
Forgotten by us
Just to make ourselves come home
Trying to reconcile
When our hands still shake
When our walls stand firm
Tell me, will we ever be connected?
Even beyond this world
How much have we catered to ourselves?
Twisting and crashing into life
Only for one day
It breaks or creates a future
But right now
I am too blind to see
A future made from disconnection

Would anyone notice if my world stopped it’s rotation?
Would I change in some way? Would I need more or less consultation?
And haven’t I changed? Is there something further to fix?
And sometimes I don’t even like music.

If I raise my head high enough will it stay above water?
If I focus enough will I see clearer and farther.
And if I’m smart enough will I see all of their tricks?
What if sometimes I don’t even like music?

I have cared far too much, but don’t I now care too little?
Have I ever been firm, or always flimsy and brittle?
Now what hat can I wear? What role truly fits?
Will it matter if I don’t even like music?

Have my passions changed, or have they just disappeared?
Will I be forgiven if I’m forevermore sullen and weird?
What’s already faded and fallen can neither brighten nor stick.
And these days I don’t even like music.

But I have seen the clouds part on the darkest of days.
I have greeted the ALL with hurrahs and hurrays!
And I’ve even begun to see the beauty in it.
Still, sometimes I don’t even like music.

brightness in your mind
atop the mountain

unrivalled peace
in the cloud of unknowing

staring into space
searching your mind

waiting on the words
to travel onwards

seconded in solitude
embraced in silence

summer has entered my window for the first time
children run and laugh in the garden
the mist surrounding the blue mountain is clear
a warm sun is gradually flooding my room

Time dissolves like a cigarette in the middle of the night
a bird sings a sad melody somewhere in the forest
the friends who left never came back
the first autumn rains arrived