Humans look at books and see
A thousand opportunities
Pages to turn and how they could be seen
By the other eyes
Naturally

Aspiring
     To hope for you less
     To pray for you more
And…
     To take your name off the page that hangs
     Politely behind my former door
Aspiring is the word once more

We work to craft and build our being
So that being us is not a bore
A chore or miserable existence
Where we do not at least have
The smallest hope of being free

Set

Uniqueness
Oneness
Fullness soon

Is lost
Alone
Yet here with you

With memories
Skies
Call out
In all

Like birds
Begin
To fly
And then

With a sudden
Swift
And motion of night

It falls
And falls
To its own ignite

Presence is a funny thing -

How I am and not aware of me, my being once been and what'll always be.

As an idealist, present is never enough for me.

Be it a wish of is, my being once been and what'll always be.

Whenever I answer before it turns quarter to three. It's not me.

But at night I am the moon, my being once been and what'll always be.

- In full, you see. Every night I am free.

no amount of making
  or feigned revisions of life unlived
    can recall a sighted sky over the ocean
      or pull down a sunrise behind the mountains

      better to try and catch the stars which aren’t stars
    chase sleight of hand or tongue of minds unfold
  let alone myself alone in this
I am tired of being cold

I no longer have an old hearth to fire
An old flame to blow out
Let alone coal to kindle

I let all of those old memories go
Out and cold long ago
With my youthful desire

I've made way for you, future
So that I could burn anew

I wait
And wait anew

In the stillness after all the distractions
Fade into the fading air

The hope of you
It dawns on me
Is it there to last
And in the darkness
Soften this once lonesome stare

All evenings end where the morning begins
And I am there

With a gentle voice
            Like blankets
         Fall

    Midst stars from flowing ceilings
  Glow
      With residing smile

          Into blackness of fear
     Unbeknownst no more
              Know

   What is joy
         To be a joyful sunset
     In the day of your child's life

Just a quick glance
A purple hue the wine a press
Dulcet and sweet
As it takes just an instant to confirm what she sees
That he is lost in waters
Deep in eyes shut
And unaware of all others in this lovers time

I've been so quiet and tired
so cold and concerned
with somethingness
that all I want is warmth
and a nonexistence for a little bit

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

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

This morning I
Awoke
To a field of snow
Falling slowly as the sunset
Somehow
More radiantly than the dawn
And I
In the seeing all of this
Suddenly
With the sleep still in my eyes
Remembered
That I was free
And that the snow born wisps
Which hold no name
Were also me

I'm dying at this opportunity
trying not to think, as I
my old self would
with anxiousness and wonderous worry
at these days to hurry
so that this history might
rewrite itself
and this time, this time
might not pass us by

Though my rooftop knows
I am homeless still
Ever wandering in mind
Alone

My expectations
High as clouds
For self who I cannot possibly leave
Alone

I am annoyed by me

she would look at me like I had stars in my eyes
though I know not why, what I love is what I know
you see I love rustic hills, forgotten and still
i love breathing nothingness in, out the quiet, and the ease
i love freshly cut grass and forest meadows never meant to be tamed
i love the snapping fish most talkative and the slim bodies of waters beneath grasping trees
i love he quiet sky above the 3 a.m. streets
and the flickering candlelight whispering things
and above all of these things I hope not to love, is me
though that choice is a which I do heartily admire
and give it still my most willingness forward
if you'll see and let me also see
please do

Happiness is the obnoxious cousin of Joy. And her not coming around often is a blessing, not a curse.

Without (faith)

There is no sky to fall .
No earth to stand .
No breath to breathe .

Without (faith)
My self .
Isn't me .

Saying I'm tired
Is an insult to sleep
Just as ignoring our what hasn't been said
Is a insult to me

Forget about you
Not now, nor ever
No star is forever
But your burning is eternal
In the mind of my night sky

My hollow frame is but a shell
A time trodden path
I've seen my father walk
And his shoes, his shoes
Are so familiar to my feet
Though perhaps a bit too small
They are like family to me

Not every verse has to be a journey
Not every person a means of influence for you
So take care of that smallness — of mind
midst package — I pity your perspectiveless, less, untrue

When they make my drink
With exuberance liquified
And season, in its entirety, personified

Regardless of the turning days
Or the morning upside
So much, so down

When they make my drink
I can hardly blink
In raptures taste makes me want to smile

Love this timeless feeling free.
Within the ebb and flowing
conscious world of unknowing.

Here in memories showing.
All of the reflective be
Brought within this common wave

Which cannot help but steady
It’s deep sky clear as daylight
Crashing nighttime off staved off

AND

All is water here my friend
When that is let go within
This all-encompassing sea

Breathe in the stars each night
Like fireflies
To give my heart the company it needs
To beat and with pattered wings flee

The wishful dream of
Someone to be near is what
I answer when asked

Clouds know not how soft
We think they are and praise their
Being a vapor

The deer, for one
Know better than to fraternize with humans
And their mechanistic ways
With coffee and love and oil to burn
Les their own natural pattern be disturbed
And lost
In our perceptive order and ignorance
Of the ways of the turning world
Beneath our very feet
They'd better not
Learn

I told my heartbeat not to beat
To hold its breath in quietness
And keep its chest in evenness
I told my heartbeat not to beat
And yet it has betrayed me still
By not being even but in a mess

[at seeing you]

It is right
And no wonder that I saw
And wrote you as starlight

Because I cannot touch you

And I need a loving vision
Alive and learning
And closely burning

Not at a distance
And for that, I'm not sorry

Sorry