I gave you
My heart
So quickly
And without
Hesitation
That I never
Bothered to ask
If you wanted it
To begin with.

And now
As I stare at
All the messages
I sent to you,
Each one left
Unanswered,
I wonder if
Maybe
I should have.

Spring is going to back
Silently dropping  the purple petals  
Bored noon,  
The melancholy flute's of Shepherd
Seeking the missing spring

Roll up,
Roll around the idle noon
Random impulsive air
Bunch of dark clouds at the sky
Pensive
Seem illusion of that known
Pied crested Cuckoo

Beyond the horizon,  
The eyes looking for
Sounds (Tip Tip) of the sudden drops of rain,
On the leaves of Quail,
Washing
Differentiation of mind

On the leaves of Arum,
Ever Keeps as the containers
Integrating
Concentrating 
Compiling of soul 

Weird one wrapped in mystery
Mind
Life
Seasons

Coming up the lyrics of rain
Fusion with thy mystic music
Afternoon has grown heavier  
How my mind moves!

Chased away birds returning home
The heart is rapidly expanded
Rain continues to move around
Nature demands a new ground

Looping, hearing of the same song
Shadows filling with the feelings
Perhaps this change of thy
Bound to sketch
A new face of impression

Dull grey starlings come,
Parade on gardens not won,
  .  .  .  Never too soon— gone.

If one could forgive  .  .  .
Truly see love flaws in each,
  .  .  .  What flowers can be.

Soul dressed up in a devil suit,
ate too much of the forbidden fruit,
painful tears from eyes too dry,
seek my solace in a bottle of rye

aint no use in praying for rain
when all you get is a fist full of pain
hitch a ride and run for the hills
safety found in a bottle of pills