From a window I saw an Oriole bright
When my eyes were young
And my prospects light

On a breeze of fancy fluttered her wings
And with a flicker of power
She flew away

And I hadn't though about her wings
Or how on the wind she would glide and sway
Until today, until today

Remember the time I stopped by your town
Just to sit myself down and think about you?

Where you were
What you meant
What you thought
And if you knew or wanted to know

Of me and where I was
My thoughts or what for me
(rang out eternal and true)

No, in retrospect
I remember the time I went to your town
I remember it now and yet you never knew

Who am I to say what I need
What color my feelings are painted today
On this time and dime turned
Like a coin thrown down
Who am I to say what I’m becoming now
?

I'm not angry, I just sense
and in perpetual thought, be

I breathe, deeply in these tunnels
because your memory is more shallow than me

Your stormy words
   Cut through the clouds
      Dry as rain
And falling like stones

Hailing from another earth
   I feel the weight
      The desperation
Long before they reach the ground

Such weight embraces
   This trepidation

Scared of you, no
Terrified of me, please

Is there a question mark to be marked in here?

Where the mountians meet the sky
There is more sense and visibility
Behind all of these tree branches reached
Than in me

In this moment of there and then
When I'm caught wondering about life
And where my next meal will begin
Respect is built

And all that's left is the untimely hill
Which is yet to climb
Over my yesterdays self
To again is to try

I write like I am your underwater
There in awe of not being
No longer of earth
Once fully submerged
I see but cannot breathe a word
About anyone but myself in secret
And then suddenly my words run dry
Bursting forth into sandy existence
And I'm out

This tall ivory tower itself
Would will itself to fall
If it understood and heard
The winds of all thoughts
Rushing here around

We were meant to be stone
Meant to be (in our oneness thoughts)
Alone

If left to my own ...
Fine devices
ALONE

Without anything ...
But conflict
FELT

I will not shine bright ...
Or glow by candle
LIGHT

But blow out the fire
Of hopefulness
COLD
...

I love you more than anything me.
Wait for you like ocean tides knowing.
And speak with fire bright stars,
   where our hearts reside, burning.
In ever we will be togehter in
   this yearning.

Don't tell me you were just a dream
That the skies you showed me were not bright
As dawn could eventually be.

And in growing day don't for a moment say
That our eyes were not brightened
By the sight of each other.

That our time was not spent wisely in
These discussions spanned
By the making of flowers grow again.

We power the world
We spin the tides
With just the understanding behind our different colored eyes.

Don't tell me you were just a dream
Now that my mind is certainly open wide
Like moons over the mountains high.

The ache is a wish — would you let me stay
Just to wallow in this mirrored time
For a little bit longer by each others side?

Better is sometimes
s u b j e c t i v e (and)
borderline based on what has been or
has not been or
will not be or
wasn't ever meant

to
be

The snow how it flies
The raindrops which weep and cry
The sunlight rays keep
And the breeze which tries to speak
All have this in common

(Those things which tell us were alive)

There are days when breathing is not a thought.
And others where breathing is all I wish to be.
Present.
Me.

pressure is a coin to pass
between train and screaming tracks beneath
with the force of fiction and heat pressed between
so it is in my soul when you are near and unknowingly dear
to me - passing by in fast

I am both here and nowhere
Inside these words and out
Lost in a questioning, wondering, how
To be free of something that will be
To be like snow and water and cloud
To be a bit more of a pragmatist free
To be something un
Somethint that isn't all about me
Preferably now

A dream of you is like a story
I cannot, will not, wait again
To catchup and
Turn a sheet, a page

Dive and then, upon awakening
Will myself
Be whisked away again
Just to see you
And if, what then?

Sadly
No future is found in an ounce of sleep

There are days when love is deeper than oceans
Running faster than faucet rivers at a head
And rolling quicker than wheels over hills and sleds through snowy dales intact

And then slower days of not (in love) arrive
With a scorching sun that never sets
And a chilling mournful eye in the night sky

My guess is that
In love we are tides
Simply unaware of our own comings and goings

How we ebb and flow until we die
In love