Like after an avalanche
My earth
Settles not knowing what or who beneath
Got buried in the shuffled frenzy
In the quiet wonder of not knowing
During such painful morning ongoings

I am alive
But not so much at ease
With my own me this day

Crows cackle at the edges of my eyelids
They goad me into wanting sleep
But my mind, my mind
Cares not for that most lesser need
Cause the sight of you to prove your existence
Means more than rest to me

Means more than the rest to me

Ilsa didn't see the stars
She . was . the . sky
And held the starlight gently in her ever glistening eyes

The moonlight serene
Looks both different and differently at me
Through these Hemlock wings alive
And the summer breeze perspective
Flying above us with its free embrace
Whispers a painted picture of forest green
Into your ears the essence of my dream
Of which you are of part and parcel
A major reoccurring being
You, and this new moonlit scene

Deep beauty
Steady silence
And ripples stirring into waves
Unchurning days besought with shadows
And a shying sky which looks
And gazes longingly beneath
At each of these
One blue, one clouding grey
Begotten eyes

Only to see what I can see
At the end of whipping, curling, line

Hear my voice when you read me
For when I write you I see words
And in knowing such, share
Being delivered about a week later
By a parcel service called self aware

I knock at my own door
For more than me
My closely held tiny dancer
I knock knowingly
Allowing you to listen in and answer

Hear my voice when you read me

And then suddenly
Like the dawn, she was there
And my face alight with a joy so bright
That she was even more radiant
In the second sun of my reflected
Impervious to shadows and the nets they weave
I am glad that I waited through the night
To be greeted by my dawning eyes such as these
I am glad

You are a head turn in a crowded station
A mere reflection in a city bus passing by
You with your life embued and color renewed
Like New York after the fall of a subtle June
You are ever growing effortlessly grown
Like bridges and high wires in the sunlit sky
You are stretching and cleverly reaching
Whispering quietly with easy by traffic side
Peacekeeping being of elvish beating
And your heart the very least of things
By which I would wish you too described

No words do the essence of your summer justice
All around and within song
Blessed is the man who sees such beauty each morning
And where it secretly resides

Secretly - I sit
And by windows - wait
Knowing - being
Breathing - seeing
That the world - will not
But hoping that you - just might

In an ocean of adulthood
My head doesn't swim
It bobs and crashes in a flooded dream
Where I am not myself
Nor what I wish I could be

At sea

When you are in Texas
The storm feels closer
The grass feels more vibrant
Not greener, but strong
And the cool wind blows
In a proud feminine way
Unpredictably beautiful

When you are alone and in Texas
You are peacefulness embodied
Tranquility on the edge of both war and throng

A wonderful feeling of being and belong

The body never truly falls
Be it completely forward or back on itself
Because the body is so much bigger than just the one
Made up of ones nonetheless

When one man stumbles
Though it may reflect in small and personal pools of running water beneath
His falter is not of the body, the whole
For we are as one, and made up of ones
And when one man stumbles in his walk
Another man will always be there
To step up and catch his fall

For as he was in full, once one
Now we are in full, many as one

With him our unity never truly falls

Less than sun and more than sky
Which holds above the clouds untamed
More wild and freely kept than these
The rugged lylac enthused hillsides
Just beyond my reach
Which as a child ever passed me by
And nowso you are more to me
And will ever be such
Most wild and free beside
Me

Nothing demotivates the soul
Like safety
Keeping you from the wind beneath your feet
The wings beneath your shoulders felt
Just as weeds, the weeds, grow ever still
In their moving way they never break
And our human plot of life is to take
Our hands to the earth in constant misery
Knowing that all things will grow
Both around us and through
All things inevitably will come due

And the earth will continue on, probably long after me
Spinning

Softly does this song extend
Out a gift of memory back in time

To the touch of wallpaper and pillow down
The same smell of pretzels and of youth
And of the quiet Summer nights before the fall of June
Found only before and once well known
I will not forget that quiet little town
Or all the trust that it had in me
As I laid there late at night and on the ground

We understood each other
Did we not?

My eyes beneath a stage are they
Looking out into a world of audiences bewildered
With a curtain brow not bent but known
And a well lit masterpiece unwound
Like spool and floss and threaded thought
I will weave these words around and down
Until they fall like leaves in September air
And you can finally see what was never mine

Which is the greater fear?
That you might
Despite all of your wishes
Be seen?
Or that you will find something
Once you truly begin looking?
My guess is that the truth of you
Lies somewhere in between
Lost but found
Like coins in this fountain of being
Young
(For now)

Your face was far more pleasing than
The dream of seeing almost surreal
So I slept away and slept away
To see you again
But for the life of me now
In this warm awkward hour afterwards
I cannot remember where I saw your face
The first time and for real

No dream was ever happenstance

Spin me around in the desert and see
If I'm upset by these
Dry surrounding beings

And the answer is this
As you trail kick the dust
And move away from me

So I shout out loud
In a fading barrage

"How can I be?!?!"
When there's just so much water and word
Following currents within me

I will not die when I'm like this
Let alone perspire

Do you ever find yourself
(when beneath canvasing trees)
Standing alone in the singular comforting heat
Of the of the only illuminant rays to find
Their way through the clouds of leafy green?

Do you? I did
And it felt so immaculate to be
Warm and alone in the wooded wilds
Where I was free

There are days when love is deeper than oceans
Running faster than faucet rivers at a head
And rolling quicker than wheels over hills and sleds through snowy dales intact

And then slower days of not (in love) arrive
With a scorching sun that never sets
And a chilling mournful eye in the night sky

My guess is that
In love we are tides
Simply unaware of our own comings and goings

How we ebb and flow until we die
In love

Just as birds envy trees for how they never seem to leave
And trees envy birds for how they move around

Deep waters envy shallows, and the shallows envy the dark abyss

And the stars, the stars, they envy us
Because we get up from our burning existence
And breathe after every time we fall down

What started as an echo wave
Reverberating across my moonlit lake
In hues of white and shining starlight gray
Has grown and flown, rippling like nether wings
As you've yet to be shown, yet shone another day

For you were eyes wide at the slightest path
Feet found friendly in the walking matter
And in the wake of Halley’s hue, unchanged
As if nothing out of reach were something real
Just as ripples of your sound, were, surreal and the same

As my own, but with a quake across my darkened veil
Darts a newfound thought in me
Of water, you see didn't see, did you?
That beneath the surface of this calm, I churn
Because of you and your distinct social sounds anew

I'm just saying
Your love song destroyed my universe
With it's crashing, falling, call, and crescendo growing tall
Into waters awake beneath the colors of sky
You are all that which matters to me this Fall

To this ripple, a memory
Goodbye

Ever since the sky first spoke
And warned me of this new treacherous you

I cannot unsee or unfeel the feeling
That these trees here have become too small
And been too old all along

For the youthful being still growing in me
I must repair to another day
When such a sounding mind was but s song

And now I know that I'm too warm a day
For such a cold unbegotten breeze of you

Does a new wind ever blow or die?
From the same fountain of cloud which has alway given?

In a upward lifting thought of sky
Is the dream relentless?
Or is it just the same day which we've all been living

I ask because I wonder why

Is this the new beginning?

When everything is in order, set
And stones are smooth as rivers run
It is then, and in, I expect will forget
The endless coming of undone

But no
Not yet
For a hundred years more
I will remember, learn, to just let the coming of set

No order will ever
Last

It's been forever now
Since my evergreen heart grew wild and free
With budding oaks, and leaves, and lilac strong
With edelweiss glimmering alive in the evening lights
And even the occasional ****
Poking its head up to remind through the matted red coals beneath
It's been forever now
But I hope that it won't always be
As such