Even when you look at me
Do you see me
Or do you see only
The years and years of your own idealism
Projected upon my being now.

Would you be my stars?
Glistening comets in full admiration of
Me, looking upwards having found
The only essence of luminescent
I ever could wish to see
And in being (together) feel

The only thing
To regret of this dream
Is in the waking up
The moving of
And the wanting to remember
What I never can

A Thought

Is not a word

Is not a will

Is not a sky

But a man

A man is a man

A woman is a woman

A you is you

An I is I

And suddenly
It is

Like the twisting snow or shifting rain
Out of nowhere falling
And on you in a new way
As if you are waking for the first time in another bed of life
From a dream which your former self must've intended to stay

Awake and suddenly
You are

Nestled
Within the crackle of a fire

Whispered
In the voices of the wind

Resting
Just beyond the nights first desire

Dawning
With the rivers running

THIS is THE PLACE where we begin

Whoever fails not
But embraces self-doubting
Fails growth first at birth

Lifted up from an ocean death
You breathed into my chest a breath
And gave me fire from the sun to glow
Thunder in the ears of me
And lightning bolts to throw

Oceans, and

I am the place by hollow shores
Where salt and osprey meet in airs
Like hurricanes turned on their heads
Like feathers in the fair duress
I fold the melting sands amess
Into being as one they sung
By rocky shoals and jutting reefs
My currents forever run

I am the presence by the shore, the waters beneath the sun

Ashen daggers stick
Digging at secrets
Prompter of every questioning man
Who already knows where death's shoes stand

Just behind the curtain
In the plain sight of night revealed
And the sun
The sun expects him not the be a blight
On the daylight strolling hills

So instead of hitching with the strange
And innocent alley cats and saints
Like a stray dog bound with one bright eye
Darkness rides like dust on the rails
Of Mr. Jones and his coattails

Thus the law which ought to be instilled
Forevermore held in place is this
No time for him should ever waste
As attacks imagined, grant to him
Such a silent advantage which he'll always take

Do you
Still bring all living things
To still?
Mr. Jones?

Clear is not a dream to me
But a real aspiration
No more desire to hide
But to be true though and through
And yet as complex as the turning summer sky embued
I wake
And am not without crashing storms embrace
Become free

The midnight clouds
You will never see
Because they do not, cannot, exist until
Your small chest breathes
And beauty speaks itself into the unseen sky
While you sleep

Your heart a grey sky scenic quaint
My brushes too cold unable to touch
Your fragrant sky now dark as storms
With stars like broken glass finely crushed

And I, and I, a dusty grain
In of a field of sandy wishes warm
Found nothing but a sharp memory pain
In the heel of my mind there sticks your thorn

Like tress unborn of acorn hopes
And buried wishes beneath dead stones
There rise and fall in the mind of see
Having since seen my dawning home

Peaking above the wavering trees
There our path beneath ever separates
And in turning hearts now etched in grey
Sketched out an open talk

Just to say that this is one of the many places
Though we once traversed, we will not walk

The feeling of looking forward
Is the strongest drug
Which doesn’t require moving
Anywhere at all

Everywhere I go, unseen
The prevailing narrative being
"I could not speak to he"

Tall and menacing
Quiet and stern
So well and in his pace, to flee

Looking quietly past the height of me
And quickly away by chance
But you

In passing with a scrolling spree
I adore when you can read as this
I adore when you see me

Don't judge
Lest you be judged
Especially because of feelings felt
If anything you must
Judge due to the inability to feel
To empathize with the burden of others
To feel such crushing weight
Until you can see the shadow of beneath
Try painting pictures not of them
But of yourself

Sunlight comes and goes
Most homely on daily edge
Where moonlight it doesn't

Your dusty radio voice
Crackles in the closest way
And settles like the aero waves
Of old refined
So few to hear
Like perfect breaks in imminent line
Come other days
Around and round
To search for more of your scotch refined sounds

Of all the flowers a bee could breathe
And visit in secret
Without nest or nectar knowing
You all the opposite of calm and to be expected
Smell sweetly dulcet and intoxicating
Being ever drawn back like a buzz
As only you could ever be

Regardless of those outcomes
These comings and goings of great joy and unpleasantry  
Sing as my heartstrum stings
Bow and my base drum rows
For regardless of today aloud
Would you just be with me
My world for-unever in being
Together we'll forget the how