There is no human hope
Which a train, a plane, or breeze
Cannot whisk away at a steady pace

But the sunlight calls
In its glorious dawning truth revealed
With each day arriving still

No cloud can keep us from the sun
Forever less
From each other be it willed

If you loved me - then - it's not me
I've already come and gone and went

I was walking
Down a path of premeditated evergreen
Kicking at pinecones with a well-known song
When you came along
And in looking down at this discovery
Not that you fell too far for me
But there you were
Most beautiful and suddenly
There and aware
You became known to me

Speak and say whatever you want
Lending ears to hear as a skill indeed
Let the tongue-shaped mouth declare itself
But watch also for these, for their actions to see
As the truth is often as shaped by the thought
So also the action reveals the belief

The only windows
which appeal to me
Are the two of gleaming intrepid green
        which I see in you

Some mountains just refuse to be climbed
Don't dispair, or blame, or take it personally
No, the no trespassing signs are of their own design

I don't know why...

The moon in its endearing way
Encircles us on breathless string along
Or why the tides cry ill each night
Only to be in court for the hearing at dawn

The rushing lawns of browning green
Or why they need a trim to fall
Or the crisping leaves of sweeping scenes
And why they whisper around me at all

The rock and stone the smoothing ore
Beneath waters rushing to and fro
No crackling snow left sparks alive
No mountain stream running by itself alone

But out of all of these things which I do not know
Of what and why and whethering seems
Like the lines of growing seeds to sow
Why it's your eyes behind that I wish to know

I don't.

Deep like oceans
Flowing like rivers
Falling like leaves
And growing like trees
     Running like the animals atop the earth
     Sounding like horns on the holy night
     And burning like the sun in the summer sky
          True like the words the apostles did speak
          And round like the earth with its edges beneath
               Stained like ink
               And pressed like books
               And tested like an automobile which looks
               Like Christmas morning gifted to man
                    Like the clattering of pots and pans
                    And the soothing touch of a mothers hand
                         Like this, like that
                         Is what love is to me
                              But what love is for you
                              May still yet to be seen

This mountain knows my every move
From memories pulled like frigid springs
It remembers how my childish feet
Once loved to steer, and weave, and groove
This mountain knows my through of through

And even when old days are spent
And my parents go into their own recluse
My children will find a youthful strength
And stammer with joy about
And why?
Because this mountain loves the way we move

I can feel it still
I can sense it through

We aren’t living and dying
   (in this world)
      The living and dying are     of   this world

Give me amber warm
And woodgrain soft as sandstone
To meet with pressure
Over time and many miles
My hands will lead you homeward

Old friends fade like sun-filled days
And last no longer than the rain
Which turns to winters waste above

And yet
I grow like trees
Even when I don't want to

And see them go below
To death
Where these memories and away friends go

Into the un, "I do not know" them