I never
let anyone
make promises

forever isn't real

with you
silence
is full of
life and nothingness

I made my past mistakes
we ran out of things to say

when I'm with you
I don't regret it

I only
hope I can say all the things
I want to say

I never make promises
I can't keep

ever since I met you
I want to

Ordinary sadness today
But I did talk to my Q

Snows of Kilimanjaro
Carolina blue

Father Greeley at my side
Postcards. Just a few.

For her. And them. And us.
Silence seeping through.

         Do wah diddy do

Lowly rivers flow
dark made up aroused exposed
yelping skin to skin.

If you become a poet
What you leave behind is words
You wish for future readers
Readers who have heard

The music in your soul
The vision in your mind
The torment of your obsessions
I hope you treat me kind

Full moon tonight
White alight the glow
Church gentle stone
Celtic Cross I know

Little garden pathway
Frat house Fortunate Son
My prayers are in the angle
And for Taipei 101

          Thy will be done.

The most arduous part of a soul's  journey over the vast ocean of creation is transiting through the human mind.