No subway car will ever hold my thoughts
No taxi will ever call me solved

Instead, I wait
Always create
And let not my being affect what will be

Like the string, I unwind
And pull these lost memories out of me

One at a time
So that the world can see

Call me something new
Don't call me anything that
was reserved for they
For my wish is not to be
but to forever have been

Love is a dance ... not a chase
And both partners need to step up
And do the ultimate about-face
And
Embrace

It is right
And no wonder that I saw
And wrote you as starlight

Because I cannot touch you

And I need a loving vision
Alive and learning
And closely burning

Not at a distance
And for that, I'm not sorry

Sorry

I'm not a suitor
I am gray skies and bright suns
From flying days past

That is all, a Haiku

There are those who swim
Through stone and oak
And cannot speak a word to crowds
Nor care to feel what urchins lost
Or seek to speak what cannot be found

I am, I'm not
They are, they is

But the difference in being is none of this
The difference is just what is
And is

Less is such a human word

Such a human concept

For when you wish on physical stars
(which exist) -
For so long that
You wouldn't know what to do if you caught one
I'll tell you this -
At 3,500K, you wouldn't be so quick to wish

Maybe tell your lover
"I summoned you from an ocean stare" instead

Much cooler