On Teddy Bear Day
One has to bear
what was unbearable
For him the who year

O Love hold me
As the earth does the root
And the sea to water
And let me blossom
And flow
To the thirsty  
To the hungry

Behave well
If you don't care
Society doesn't need you
You need it

Evil wears a mask
At bird's call it's gold
When the dusk is dark
It's silver in one fold

Both melts with Pendulum
And it gets dust, not even plum

Don't lead your parents
You will get lost at the crossing

Hold one's hand
And feel the moment.
Then look back
How much you have left.

The blind has no vision
But his dream has it

Everything
Is
Cold
In
Cold
Not the dream that keeps you warm

I have this feeling you speak the language
whispered only between raindrops,
and every morning
you tune the hum of the sun as
it dims the stars, pushing its way
out of the ocean—into the sky.
I have this feeling you handpick the color
of each October leaf,
and when fall has wandered away,
you proceed to pull the strings which
make the northern lights dance
the way that they do.

I just have this beautiful feeling.

Even as dying, I have no time
For bitterness.

Life was too short,
Even before.

Each step holds gratitude for the sound
Of snow beneath it.

For
Now

I carry my passenger
Unburdened.

Say no to nothing. Not
Even the cancer.

Even tomorrow's mother's tears,
Father's clenched fists upon casket;

Flowers; loss. Inevitability.
Death grows inside me.

The opposite of a
Pregnancy.