If you could just see me when I'm alone
You might just fall in love me
The only problem is
That I don't let anyone see ME
When I'm alone

A man can write
For 58 years
( And )

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

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

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

You can lay out the road before them
Paint skies
Crush nights rock into glasses
Grow forests in days of young
And refuse to drink the seas before their very eyes
You can do all this
(in a few days)
But only they can decide to walk

You're the keys on my keyboard
You're the font in my mind
I can see you curve like cursive streaks
How I wish that we were aligned

No matter what your battle is
What your sin or cost to be
I see, in this now
That it doesn't get easier for you, yourself
Until you
Let yourself, let it. Be.

Somedays
A cold existence as a tree

Calls out to me
This warming flesh
So full of fault and failure anew
So weak in ages duress
And yet
The trees they see with neutrality and
Fall freely each year in the form of leave
They live, they die, they oversee
And grow taller than I could ever hope to be
One ring can not compare
To the many found therein with these

Somedays
I envy the trees

Death came to dinner
One day refusing to sit
As he was hungry
For more than the common man
He wanted time itself, this

Who are you to say the white curtain stains
On a hilltop growing green?

Who are you to paint with such graphite cold
On a white provincial scene?

Who am I to wish for such a thing
Amongst all these eyes unseen?

Who are we to hope for such a sight
For such parted parchment things...

It's nothing
p·e·r·s·o·n al

It's everything
person a·l·i·t·y

Revelations isn't tomorrow
I know because in knowing means, I don't
Don't tell me I don't care for today
Or know what it means, when in reason won't
Fast held in gossip, I'm telling you this
In the nothingness found only free
Don't sacrifice freedom of mind to less
And lesser things from revelatory such
Wants of being in the know you think
I know this so, in this so so world we do change but don't ever grow

Feelings like rain
fall regularly
flood haphazardly
and last sparingly

(on this human floor)

fear holds no candle
to the cooling night of truth
which overwhelms the blinded eyes
and - in its own reflective way - shines through

this moonlight is my own steadfast renewed

Like a train track whine
become embodies both peaks and beams
The very best of
(kind)
If their ruminations on record can bounce
from flowing cloud to star and back again
Without falling an inch but
blooming into down an atmospheric
(ear)
With peaking echoes so gently drawn
that it can stir the cattails fur
and create rainless ripples across the worlds of
(water)

That is when good harping is best
As a sound so fragile that it’s almost human
in its death at last
Regardless of digital
(wax)

I love this sounding verse to pass
(me)

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

All the heavens reach
And with starry eyes exclaim
Envy as his feeling

How does good love happen
?
It does

Good friends be found
?
They are

And goodness of character come to be
?
It's willed

Into existence
Suddenly
Know to but a few

There is always another universe
Waiting to be found
Within you

There is no shame

In needing something

So much as there is

The disappointment when

You discover that your something

Will never be needed

It's sanded pine
It's endless time
And summers spent
On nothing at all

It's the graciousness of seasons set
With a perfect fade
In this woodland realm
I'll never fall

Cold sunshine, seeps down
On a day without hope and
Brings forward anew
Like a sound without new sound
On us, cold sunshine beats down

And so I sit here in the sun
Not to shine
Or call
Or to warm
Or hum
But to reflect