Don't tell me you were just a dream
That the skies you showed me were not bright
As dawn could eventually be.

And in growing day don't for a moment say
That our eyes were not brightened
By the sight of each other.

That our time was not spent wisely in
These discussions spanned
By the making of flowers grow again.

We power the world
We spin the tides
With just the understanding behind our different colored eyes.

Don't tell me you were just a dream
Now that my mind is certainly open wide
Like moons over the mountains high.

The ache is a wish — would you let me stay
Just to wallow in this mirrored time
For a little bit longer by each others side?

Put a river before me, dry
   I drink
   An insatiable sea I'll be

Set a star between myself and my sky
   And watch
   And wait
   And see (what I will be)

I am both here and nowhere
Inside these words and out
Lost in a questioning, wondering, how
To be free of something that will be
To be like snow and water and cloud
To be a bit more of a pragmatist free
To be something un
Somethint that isn't all about me
Preferably now

Sometimes you just have to sit there silently
Outside or near the tallest windows true
Just to let the light shine inward again
Just to find yourself feeling  
Once there alive in being
Through and through

Eventually you'll find
That after every doubt and waining fear
Has been stripped away
That time is all and good for your soul
And that jazz is just good coffee for your ears

I can see the way you'd remeber me
So clearly in my mind awake

I can see the truth before me fall
And into self and to its pieces break

Blessed
With a warmth of be being
And a sound of beating
Inside this coffee chest
A heart is (sound)  

Unrest
Is not a string to be pulled
In this piano choir
Or in this soundless town
Where the wandering soul walks (aimlessly round)

Restful
Is not a feeling felt
Or minded state
So much as it is a conscious place
(within cup)

The breeze between my fingers holds me
Exactly where I need to be
Far
And for a moment found
Indefinitely
Connected there
Almost lovingly with
The soundless trees
Which have whispered fair
Next to nothing's for all eternity

No fear calls my name
quite like the opportunity of you
does.

And in remembering this, and in the failures that
let the truest of minds remain
alive.

For in the most quiet of conveniences found
there is only the one thing which I truly
distain.

And that being is of no importance or remembrance worthy, compared to the one who now calls my
name.

Every day I sit and wait
  to be paid so that I can sit and wait
   in public for thoughts to free themselves
    and hopefully migrate towards the future you
     who knows me not but wishes for these same things true

How far does the waning songbird ring
How unheard of long the song which calls you home

you know?

I peer into the night
The dark of thought
Of wonderment
And
Reaching into the vastness
Of what ought to be the sky
Pull the dawn into the existence
Of a more familiar set of eyes

Sighed
In revelation of
How sleeping waking is the same

I pretend - And with infatuations paint at life
         with colors sound
         until this be known
To all those wishfully waiving trees
          who choose to grow
          in such close proximity to me  
That the secret is - I’ll never know what I want to be

The most beautiful essence of memory
is the breeze.

The most powerful beat of the drum
is the heart.

The thunder paints colors in my ever clouding head,
and rumbles to be heard once again with ease.

In all of your astounded ears, surreal, would you please?
I wish to be whole and not in part.

Near not
Nor want of desires am
Be told as much by their fathers
Less
For fear of a girl expecting more suns
For expecting stars without such burning
Infinitely falling duress

We are not them
Human which tears apart parting flesh
Nor timeless clocks or flea ridden pests
When wondering in east
Be confounded by the floundering boundless this
That we are but men
Infused with Gods lost compasses

Near not, you’ll find
That behind the guise
We smile and acquiesce

My barefoot sand
And rocky outlook
Blinded by the trust in being
Feels beneath
And over the edge
Of falling for you once again
From the feeling of this am I
No longer fleeing

I reject you

Oh modern soulless

Hallow chest of a shell

Plundered socially left

And more negatively right

The swipe I say

Is a curse at best

On the men of this

No longer protruding

Less West

People forget how deep it is
Till the ocean looks back at them
Intently from beneath the cliff

It’s been a long time since
the sound of you came back to me
In an echo so fierce like the roaring trees
and embedded deep itself within wooded mind

Albeit growing towns and in doubt maybe
You are still eternal in stillness and air
Like moth wings ever felt unseen
and mulled ciders reckoning

Like a street vendor fair
How you always unroll the sidewalks clean
and walked out of us as far as eyes could be seen
Until carnival sounds were at backs and finally at ease

How the sound of you came back to me
without so much as a whisper spent
On this, these prattling autumn trees
No songs remind or need I see

I don't fear you
So much as I do
My me as a being
Preoccupied with evicted thoughts
A homeless mind
Is mine
I see

Would you grant me some of your spare thoughts, please?

I love you more than anything me.
Wait for you like ocean tides knowing.
And speak with fire bright stars,
   where our hearts reside, burning.
In ever we will be togehter in
   this yearning.

And then one day
   When the sky’d had enough of it winded and vitriolic shame
With eyes wide as well mouths
   Looking down from the most inhuman skies abound
On that one day
   When the world wouldn’t stop for even a second anymore

It rained