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

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

Speak me a sound
  Not so that I can hear
  Or so that you can seem
  To be more interested in me
But speak to my heart
  And appeal to my mind
  And ask questions of my eyes
So that maybe we both could believe
That one day neither of us could be alone

In seeing this, like warming soup
your look alone brings a boil to my simmer
a slyness to my smiling scarf

And in just a second there I am
brought back to the height
of the days born youth known as soon

And when I walk in tall, and styled, and true
in that moment, yes, I see
that the walking is both for me and you

It's both - For me and you

Two heart-strong lovers
Unknown to one another
Except really
In the realm of self within
And the sharing of begin

My heart knows no hatred
My loss no existence
There is only snow, and ash, and rain, and waters flow
In this directional way no more
I am contented and lost
Happily there with what I do and do not know

When I ask, I ask
It's no longer in me, to run
As a young man no more
I walk, and will not stir from discouragement
Even when you choose
You pass

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

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.

Find me in this flow of day
Till the warmth of sight escapes my bones
And in realization that this rivers flow
Is no more than water, no less than true
In its careless, passing, way it goes
And so speaks to me in a rippling ease
Reassuringly to let me know
That I am almsot free
Of my own being, in alone

My heart sounds out
   And whispers  
Like wind chimes in the air
   For you

With gentle rest
   Our dancing steps
And hopes more light
   I wish you into this summer memory fair

Playing carousel dreams
   Of you
Just to hear

I hear it as jazzing sound
And see it as a breathing sigh
The snowfall and its white feather down
Both light and bright as a once darkened sky

The distant stars drowned out by the day
An aesthetic row of these ancient books
To hide is not part of the mountains way
All it takes for this one is a look

And I am lost beyond horizons
More cold than hollowed ocean nooks
Just as the breeze brings gifts
And rgis wish by a field to sow

I hear and see all this alive
And about you I wish to know

That it was

Truth without arrogance
Flattery without flaunting mind
Seeing your turned back I keep coming back to
Just as those truer lost words you will probably never find

In such an unburdening lost
Round yourself within another binding tie
And be free of the circling expectative ring
As this just ine memory molded makes my clay heart sing

And so
I ask you this nothing now
Can we just skip the second awkward remembrance and
Can I just go ahead and buy you a cup of coffee or something
?

I dream an autumn dream of you
In a winter lasting longer than sun
Burning hotter than stars
In the coldest nights sleep

I dream of an autumn us there too
So much so and so often now
That there's not a rain cloud left in the sky
For me to express myself

I dream and dream
Alive
Awaiting the autumn skies
Return

No matter how tall you walk
How modern you get
How far you seem to fall
Or how hard you try and forget

The stars will always wink and smile
The waves will always crash goodbye
Just as the sun will always set on you
And the earth will always rise

And so you shall also remember
Until the day you die

Don't care for shadows
Just as sunshine cannot keep
And stars must burn out
All in their oceanless end
So we also soon will be

(Inevitable)

No Man or intuition
Can see more than a day or two
Into her dream
Not weeks or months or years to spend
Instead all they think of is
"Wouldn't it be nice if"

in sketch or smoke or clouded streak
I just want another draw of you
(to etch and breathe)

This is a beautiful light which keeps
Itself alive for hours yet

By reaching out its beautiful hands
And arms within these windows clean

With tall and pensive shadows left
And glowing fortress right with ease

The last of this long important May
Outstretches its own spirits keen

And my eyes see
Be they only they

This lover of sights says
My eyes see