My dawn
That this vision
The one in which I'm
Seeing myself on a mountain
Evolved more  human feeling
Prouder and seasoned empathetic  and needy, a small part of the scenery
A drop of  drip a tiny thing a part
Of the whole picture an atom spinning equal to all others
Not superior or special.
In no way just relational
Seeing for once
The majesty of it all.
Hormones be ****** testimonial
I'm man because I am not
Emotional
Calm as the wind or just as
Unconditional. Then gust me down
To the valley in the
Vaginal calm the ****** of my birth
Seeking rebirth
I coiled up fetile

White flurries descending from the gray sky
Starting to envelope the ground like blankets
Leaves are lovely as if they have trinkets
Naked trees suddenly have ornaments
The cold wind blows the crystals in rhythm
Snowflakes are dancing like tiny butterflies
Winter's beauty truly isn't pale and colored light
The earth's not asleep, only dressed in sparkly white

Tonight we touch the stars
Trail our fingers over mars
Yellow moon smiling
As we skid along
The highways of the mind
Wide eyed and blinking
Under light of Venus and
Spell of Night

Early light in gold,
fresh hay in the dew gloss:
teardrop aquarelle,
outlining our hands' depart
as, still, i watch your sleep, quiet.