Mine are not two eyes of gold
As an ouce of blue more can be found
Don't ask as to where they look around
Every second, of every day, instead
Like a passing light, step inbetween
Ever flashing still, look back at me
In unstumbling step instead stand before
No one else will ever see
Except for thee

You'd sooner see the ease of shaking the trees
and demanding that the leaves fall
(prematurely)
rather than rushing to find
She who was not ready to be found

The wind, a blessing,
gifts me this -
I can hear the trees
from all the way behind glass doors
such as these

my saying I'm alone by me
is like saying that the stars have no sky
because the night cannot breathe so deeply this far into the galaxy

That horizon
It would've been beautiful
To climb and peek
At its mountain peeks
And at the top to see
All of the breathless heights
Which it would've held

But instead
In the middle of the week
I wed

A riesling fog
Rolls back like fingers
From the base of the Alleghenies

And I
In watching still
Call forth no words to move as it

I understand
You're jealous of my words
And greedy for my eyes and time
Which seeks to self aggrandize self
Which forgets our God and you alike

I see this now
As clear as red flame
I can see what wishes you had in mind
And I, and I, still can care for these
But forgot not how to forget this time

Please understand, you are also in
My life

These words
Are neither alone
  Nor my own

Having found their way from eyes to ears
From ears to mouth
  And down

No thought original
Ought to be originally found
   When it comes to expression out

We speak
And what we think to be our own
  Is found

Unfeeling is no cloud above
Though ground unwilling to hold you fast
Like stars and fires and ocean sands
We turn and burn and age unto ash

Huemen

I have trudged and rolled through the cold wintery days and the springtime of freedom is here at last.

You will not spoil this for me.

You too will pass.

When the stormy days come
     And do not leave

When you're turning like the July wind which rolls
     Through the summer trees

When the walls seem dry
     And the wells turn warm

When the childlike embrace
     Finally runs to the storm

When all of these things happen
     When all of these things combine

When the rainy season comes
     There's no reason to hide

Live your life in the storm
     Waste no moment alive

When I least expect
Your presence to be
Without longing or desire
Or conscious choice
Without all of these
Some mornings you'll appear
Out of fog and vale revealed
Almost sudden without warning or iniquities
You aree simply there
And I'm left wondering as to why
You chose once again to visit me
Not in the real but the realm of dreams

Saying it isn't feeling it
And feeling it isn't breathing it

Breathing it isn't living it
And living it isn't being in it

Being in it isn't believing in it
And believing in it isn't seeing it

Seeing it isn't abiding in it
And abiding in it isn't contentment in it

And the act (therein)
Doesn't begin without the feeling of it