cool breeze
Autumn's cloak
through the trees
softly, I spoke

"The only difference between us is
you're too scared to say you love me,
and I'm too scared not to say I love you"

a moon bright
birds twinkling above
stars sing in the night
my song of love

"Lay your head on my chest,
let it fall with my breath. Each rise
is a truth, each fall brings the next"

the fire slowly dies
and the darkness closes in
who could forget all our highs?
who could forget where we've been?

"I'll never see you again,
so maybe it's fine, that you've
succumb to your fears,
and I've beaten mine"

and as seasons drift away
and our time turns frail
all I've left to say
comes in one final exhale

The piano resounds, flooding us over with the mood
Counting headlights on the highway, take me away
It's a moon eclipsed, and my newfound flame, I guess you're lucky
that it's dark now
Sometimes this has a hot sweet taste;your breath’s hot and gross, but I kiss you like a lover. We're dancing in a world alone - if I unchain my soul, you can never let me go
I sink into you like water, be gentle with me have patience with me
we sink like a stone in your honey ~ just beware the bees
Heaven is in your eyes, and you hold me hard in the white light
We love like star-crossed lovers, with blind eyes, and when you call me beautiful all four flash with joy
Call it what you want, but we both know that everything is eventual
I'd like it if you stayed, but is it better to speak or die?

From between hewn peaks, a far-off moon
emerges at the edge of my brushwood gate.

Ten thousand trees sharing its clear skies
as shadows blur toward the heart of night,

its radiance offers emptiness white images
and its ch'i invests wind with ice-cold dew.

The valley's silent. Autumn streams echo.
Deep among cliffwalls, scraps of azure haze

linger. Crystal pure, it enters isolate dream,
opening shadows, embracing empty peaks,

then I wake at my ch'in window confused:
pine creek at dawn, not a thought anywhere.

An apple tree bending under the weight  of its fruit
a breeze strong enough to shake the leaves from their branches, but
caring for naught more than their children
downwards they bend, twisting in their descension, until the very top ends of the tree have come to rest on the warm earth;
filled with love from their parents - the sun, the earth, and the tree,
they grow, they swell, almost to the point of bursting,
they have no choice but to grow
I think it's determination that pulls us through when you beg,
"just one more chance" my fruit