Sea winds throw each care
take each heavy form and toss it in the air like it was light
give me brief respite from all that weighs me down,
send it soaring out of sight beyond my knowing
set my mental laundry blowing, and refresh my head,
far too much is laying in the middle of my bed
and piled upon the floor,
open all my windows, wedge the dusty door
and pin the shutters to the side
dear ocean fling them, sling them from me far and wide

Thinking is dead!
Time of hearts
Waves of stars

Since the first day
Be silent!
To hear nothing

The faces of thieves wither
The garden shrinks
From trees concrete arose

Then came new people
On a journey toward love
Departure to remain

The night will have passed
On the stubble of the father's beard
Persistent giant

Star-colored waves
I give you my heart
Thinking is dead!

Woke within a dream,
amidst dense forest.

a tree stood,
older than time,
casting its shadow.

a touch of it,
showed all it had lived—
bloodied sword clash,
clouds that wept for years,
flora it wore,
wildflowers it shielded,
the warmth it once kissed.

yet it stood still.
as I faded,
back into the dream.