Think of me
And wonder
Wink
Not to tell, or explain
Or affirm, or deny
No, none of those things apply
(to me)
I am instead, not what is or will be
That's not me
But what could've been
That is me
(not to be)

I am the kind of person who
For a moment cannot stand to sit
For I must always in doing do
Just as always I am and never one with it

From a window I saw an Oriole bright
When my eyes were young
And my prospects light

On a breeze of fancy fluttered her wings
And with a flicker of power
She flew away

And I hadn't though about her wings
Or how on the wind she would glide and sway
Until today, until today

Human beings grow and grow
Until we don't
And won't

Outside of nature
We are not trees
Just as every winter will consume the rose

We bud where and when and with whom we please

I cannot, in good faith
Recommend anything which
Will make you happy immediately
And yet miserable indefinitely

If I knew, I'd know
And if I did, it would've already been - done

Perhaps one day
These eyes will know
The other side of the sky
(That is mine)
And your mind too
In all of its reassuring glory
With its own sunshine
Each morning in tow

No night shadow will ever come between
Such bright and glowing
Stream fed eyes as these
(Which glow as one)
And hope to never be parted from
This earth in all of its grounding ways
Just as your sight cuts deep
So does that movement which you've yet to know

My eyes will always wait for yours