Seeing is not see
When
You pass me by and in wonderings if
We the other, remember each
As clearly as a birthday bright
As cool externally as moonless nights
I say
No more to try and persuade
My cause to alter that of your own mind
Instead I sip
Juat as you know I wish
For more than this

Because, I cannot help it
My subconscious is attracted to your subconscious

And that is why I wish

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

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

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
?

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

Jaded doesn’t describe me this
Crystallized heart and
Falling sound somethingness
Crashing like gentle leavings
Down and full of truth relived

No subway car will ever hold my thoughts
No taxi will ever call me solved

Instead, I wait
Always create
And let not my being affect what will be

Like the string, I unwind
And pull these lost memories out of me

One at a time
So that the world can see

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

Such a human concept

For when you wish on physical stars
(which exist) -
For so long that
You wouldn't know what to do if you caught one
I'll tell you this -
At 3,500K, you wouldn't be so quick to wish

Maybe tell your lover
"I summoned you from an ocean stare" instead

Much cooler

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

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

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

No amount of silence
Can fill the void
Of which and in which
Would live the presence of yours

No song to last
Or calling bell deprived of joy
Cast in iron fast

Your voice

Leaves me hungry and listening
For this tension to break
Like the fast between these many hours

I wish
That such a sound
Was known to these walls
And echoed all around

And that these talks were not just me alone
And of my own

The duality of life
Of want, of business, and of busyness
Is so tempting
So intoxicating to live
By human standards and spontaneousness
For all of those sequential things
Which lead us to death anyway

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.

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"

This tall tower
Skyscraping master of one
Has a name and internal beams of rust
And to see within at the embrace of time is to trust

saying I have been through a lot
is like saying my lungs have been through oceans of air

yet

Being . Is . Fair

well or ill
or thought of or not
means less to me now
having been the constant
attentive focus
of your forgot

and yet fine
is me
in this unnatural sea
for your hold has no sway
and I have no such need
of you to set me free

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

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

Though you may squint,
And look and see,
And maybe catch a glimpse perhaps

In remembering your past,
In looking up most lovingly

That was the past,
And you're no longer that

And now, this present sight,
Is me

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

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

Wit is only as valuable as
the appropriateness of mind which
can begin to be, and thought of when
     For want of all moxie
     For the stress of all scholars
Implied

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