It's not the walls
Or the people same
Or the trains which make this place my own
Not the beaches which I joke about
Or the hilly slanted towny homes
It's the clouded skies and windmills wave
It's my own my spoken out in voice
In all that there is this homely place
And the power of my own my choice

It is here

Color grows above
And wrestles darkness down slow
Behind the mountains
Peaking into wondrous lost
The next day is found awake

On the days when I
Am aware and awake
And in balance with the world
From each stream to each oceans lake

I swear noone else can contest my sight
Or explain my innate insight
Or see the light as my eyes perceive

Where shadows meet
Both the man-made eaves and the un

I am there in feeling just beyond the chest

It was always me

What if my tongue
Parched from its boredom
Runs out of ink
Or forgets itself
And the ways of penning graphite scenes
Into the reality of lines to be
?

What if my of
Has come forth only to be
Nothing more than a habitus
Or self reflective mirror
That worships either everything of self
Or of thee
?

What if our cause
Was already free
And found beside a quiet setting
Where the Idaho deer
Meet, paw, and breed their joys
Dispite of inequities
?

What if this
All the snow in heaven fell
And all the heat of hell rose up
And all the steam between were trees
And you were me
And we were these
?

What if is all I ask of me
?

Before she turns and sees my eyes
Which burn with similar fires
And hopeful truths

Like autumn rolling back her hair
Into a twisted bun
And messy painted summer skies

She keeps her constant gaze abroad
Before she turns
I'm a way to hide

Is it wrong
To not want something so easy
As shallow

Is it noble to wait
For something so uncertain
As what you actually want

Knowing isn't having
Just as finding isn't searching
It's just known

I love the feeling of these words
The dark of night dying to day
The distant hum of summer birds
And the lightning bugs in gloriful sway

Just wishing, hoping, praying that they
The birds, these words, this glow
Will stay

Though they never do
I turn

And they've all gone away

When my moonlight heart
Awakes

And cries eternity asleep no more
She says
“you do not know
where you are as of late”

And with a bright flash of light
So her insult speaks
And slowly resonates

And I then
Will inevitably wake
Just to contemplate

To be had
I don't know where you're at
But this coffee has me