When when a man
In his own way tries
To make the stars align
And without so much as a twinkle
You, refuse to remotely,
Like young Torrence, shine
Than dont be surprised if
He, doesn't bend his back to mountains
Or sets foot in the great ocean divide
If you, in your own eyesight up
Didn't want to see his time

Cotton words
Well up in me
With wads of nothingness and felt
They glimmer and taste
Of a particular silence
And like the businesses just down the street
Their hope it flees
They've run out

Hoarfrost hugs me closer than
these sounds of something
in this quiet night
And the sky, the sky, shines brightest
beneath these trees in reflective thought
In looking I am reminded
of my being alone and alive

I fell a human
I will rise a human
And until I fall again
I will try
And they will know
Of this rising name of mine
Most fierce  

They fear me cause I rise

Rainfall is not Fall
Just as snow does not Spring forth
But returns to Fall

Yellow comes to mind
When I hear your voice
How it sounds so alive
Midst the dawning day

With eyes like morning sunlit rise
And a squinting glance which cannot stay
You are short and breathy as the mist
Which always tries but cannot reside

And when I wake up you're all of this
Within me and most definitely mine

Where night ends slowly
And day begins most abrupt
We fend, waking up

The greatest mind above your clear life
Born in openness and bright alight
Is the darkness within but a wink
Passing fast, her being free of time
And with loving eyes obscured, the sky
(is she and looks out, not down on us)

We think about that
Which we want the most
But daren't try for
Lest someone else know
That we are capable
Of such hope

Never give a man of words
The silent time to fly a plane
As he'll take off and write your character in the sky

A man can write
For 58 years
( And )

Have his legacy contained
In less than two inches
( It is a crime )

Rain has not the weight of snow
In freeing me from this human coil
It whispers quick
Its children come and go
And I am left with puddles everywhere
To fade in suncast alone
Heavy on the longing
Light on the being true
When all I want is a day to do nothing at all
That or another glance of you

When I click, or scratch, or dial the wheel
or breathe out slow smoke, one, two three.
When I kick and grasp at nothing, and something
which grows high as the sky, and slowly as the trees, you see?  
How the ink runs dry
and the intent an ocean quells.
That each time the clock unwinds
another mountain flood, rolls itself down
onto an unsuspecting parchment town.
Little this is never free; the known things,
And why I send to you these things,
each time alive when I am found

Expectations are dangerous things
Don't stand, lest you fall
Try, or fail to try, lest you become someone
Either way heartbreak comes for us all

You ache due to the most familiar paths
Known well to feet
And even more so etched in memory

More of the same
More of the same

Live not for love the feeling
It will let you down inevitably
Love then to live the choice of you
The decision to be
The WITH because of what is good and true

Feeling is just a matter of time
as we are all caught
(one and the same)
running

Wading through the seasons past
In a mesmeric dream and wanton flow
Beside river of patience waning fast  
Beneath rain and snow and pollens glow

Don’t scream
Or cry
Don’t wake the trees
Their slumber makes the dry eyes smile

Just to hear the hum of thunder
The rumble of steam
And the distant buzzing of the bees
Is enough for me

I being still
Beneath growing skies of grey and blue
Like a wheaten field hope grows again
And in growing there he waits for you

Find me not beneath
A different sea of trees
For I will not, leaf?