Misty shapes and blotches
Wept from hairline cracks.
A world-bloom, fertile ever
Painted the river shore.
Saplings turned to knotted trees,
Grass whipped by wind turned yellow
Died; and then were green again.
Sun, moon and stars, above.

Rock formations burst, stampede
Elephants across the land, I learned,
Every secret of its beauty,
When, like an arrow let loose
A mouth cast me swiftly
Through sand bank swirls
Into tumultuous ocean
It spoke with me:
Immensity

Went back to the river and its waters still flowed
Like they did when I was younger and lost in the world
And time was drawn by its white-capped rapids
And boys were still playing in its treacherous mud.

Mushrooms and fishbone, aniseed whiff
Traces of apple and rosewood mold.

Went back to the lake with its water still calm
Mirror-like settled and brushed by the dawn
Upset by waves of careless wishes
Made by hearts of aimless mood.

Time paints heavy with water like this
A landscape of sorrow and dreams and bliss.

Sat down at the banks, felt lost at home
A visitor I was, now and back then.
Something leaned heavy on my shoulders and heart
Like a friend all tired, how we’ve grown apart.

A fruit all shriveled in the grass by the trunk
Waters uprooted and blossoms undone.

Whatever makes you happy, can’t be owned.
Let it flow unbounded and winding just so.
Come back to its shores and come undone
Return to where it has all begun.

Time paints heavy with water like this
A landscape of sorrow and dreams and bliss.

Hound dog for honesty
got a sniffer for fearlessness
harrier than thou, oh yes
only closer to here is this
growling for profundity
and bark at the moon in bliss
catch the scent of levity
clue you in what you missed
get a whiff of humanity
bona fide and real artistry
doesn’t get more upfront than his
and hers is straight virtuous
true art has an odor no less
than you and beasts and me
it’s certified amenity
to smell when someone’s
finally free of
uncertainty tee-off
performance feat me-bluff
authenticity handcuff
got rid of the fake fluff
and reeks of human real stuff.

The world grew a puzzled look
and settled in silence.
There was no answer it could give
about who you would become.
And so it marveled with us together
at what you had become
in this short time alive.
A wonder.

Diaphanous, like glass dons frost,
the view to lavender distance is lost

My body, very terrible.
the shape.
Demon comes in
and crazy time.
take the sleep,
for the wake-up time,
feel like cheery boy.

I want it to lean heavily on my shoulder like a tired friend;
Tell me of its secrets with earthy hints of walnut and aniseed;
Lure me into warm melancholy with traces of apple and rosewood.