I dreamed in springtime blossoms.
of an endless gentle spring rain.
In the morning light
which melted the stars and dreams.
The forest was wet and olive green.

I dreamed of Midsomer
of storms of humid charged air.
Where thunder roared
in the staccato burst of brilliant light.
When the darkness faded
and dreams became morning.
The air was clear and fresh
And ozone was all that remained.

I dreamed of endless summers
Of salad days by cool riversides.
When the cool wind blew away my dreams.
All that was left were falling leaves
and Septembers autumn.

I have a hope
In this year
The seeds of peace

I drank  you deeply
in large gulps.
Like you were the  
medicine to fix my life
Not realizing
You were the poison

I offered you
a mountain of forevers.
But all you wanted
was this moment

My life has flowed
like a river
meandering  its way
to a distant ocean.

I am but a leaf
Carried in its streams.
As the ocean becomes closer
I can see the depths of the water.
clearly like the details of a painting.

And on the clarity of the river bed,
Even a single washed smooth pebble.
has a place and a meaning.
Like my soul will have
When the river
Reaches the sea,

In the life
Of a bud
And flower
In the garden
There is no story
But a riot
Of autumn

.

The sun still sleeps

as a dark horizon waits

for the
light of its morning

to illumine its world in beauty,

when I see your eyes open
and realize

mine has arrived first