He walks around all day and stays
With coffee veins and shining heart
And jazz whisking his head away

You catch in my throat
Like a prayer which hurts the most
And a song remembered from the very first note

All of nothing and of something and of wishes and of woes

You see right though
And yet without want for his perfect timing
I find
That we both in unison say no

Weary isn't the half of it
Behind this driving mind of which I've been

On a selfish quest and road trip bent
To distant spires by the sea
Where my timeful eyes can review and see

So many things

For she knows me well my feverish being
And remembers me still, that is until
The relentless Saturday morning thrush
Which knocks and wakes me inbetween

Ever pulling me from my feverish dream
Which I love as well with which to be

And so my dear, unless you are here
And within my thusly joining reach
With a quiet door and a will to speak

IF, but if not then all I ask is this

Don't wake me from this compulsive scene
Just let me live until you're live
For a little bit longer within dreams

There's no such thing?
There is, you see
As you walk into the room
Sit down with your little book of nothing
And stare at me demandingly

As if I know where the universe came from
As if your words are those which deserves to see
Through me intently

With your nose to the ground like a well-kept hound
You sniff up my leg most intentionally
When really
You are the furthest from the trail of truth
And you cannot even comprehend this loop
Which leads you around a thinly mirrored tree

So yes, every time I enter this houndtown
I will laugh you upside right from down
Until you bark with a tone more befitting your moan

There's no such thing to see
You see?

Though storms relief
Be in no sky near where you may be
Remeber and in seeing me
Breathe
Like the stars will always be enfused with fire
A breath like we will always ignite

In nether regions
Downward last
In valleys carved
And chartreuse hopes
I wish to be
There in you

No time is biteless
Memories worthless to those
Too hungry to see

We are not fragile
You and I
Nor are we blunt and filled with either dramatic or traumatic cries
No talk of sea or stars or moon or sky
Can compare to the mirror and its vacant airs
To the coin and its other side alike
Of the same material made within different minds
No other two halves can compare
Or be undone as one
With so much as a stare it is know to be
No?
Our love is a spiral
Be it up or down
Ever perfectly in earth or air

Guttural rumble
As tree rings move
So shifting Huorns call

Like bark rippling
In denim jeans
Refreshings

And yet odd
The feeling is
Of springtime through the windows felt

At last
Let me step into it with being
Firm as rocks refined by subtle streams

For you are birchwood and in beige
A beauty of Earth
An eternal sky

And moving less much
Like a tree
Will be the ever end of you and I

And so I move
In premeditated you
To find us

The mere sight
Of you
Makes such standard spirits fly

You're very air
Is a voice my ears drink deeply of
Entranced by waters
And by the tales of a home yet known
If I sought out the trees
To sing you back into my own song
Would you hear me from this distance far
And come running
Knowing henceforth and forever
Where you belong

As my archive
Kept archiving me
With a strong hold
And a seal so great
That in quiet places
I couldn't begin to think
Let alone even meditate
On what should be done
About these growing words
About flattened seams obese
And so I'll never again perhaps see
The rushing waters within the streams
Of a most flowing forth into my unseen
And to this I think, that it's alright with me
Having long since looked upon the accepted sea

And accepted such a fate

Caught mid a breath as
I escaping metaphor
Ic fly my needs
An I to open windows
Cold to feel what is in between

After months submerged
In the same old stale air still with unlife
I breath
And in the helpful waters of being and choice
Choose you my lover being

It is better to do and try in life

It's sanded pine
Near endless time
And summers spent on nothing at all
An investment in the gracious fade
Of seasons without age
And a blend of being
Over the trees which seek to cover all

No land knows not of over reach
Of these human ways which mingle in
And char the dirt like blackened earth
And yet the mother forgives us
Again and again for the feeling of grace
And the ambitiousness of man
Which know no end

And so
We begin again

When you know
You just know
By no human means, no
But when you know
Truly know
You just know
Since you've known

It’s been too long
since in findings found.
I lost myself in words like leaves
In waving metaphor and euphoric breeze

It’s been too long now for even me
to say that I can still smell the trees,
and live like aspen beings tall and young.
It's been so very long now since our song's been sung.

Like an echo it
reverberates across water mists.

Like a chorus I
am no longer left ununified or in wanderings lost.

No the sky,
we were meant to sing songs such as these
You and I.

No ghosts ever ran
And I'm not afraid

Bring on the dark-wind furious beasts
And the sounds of unseen terrors to-night

For I and I will answer with ease
That the heartbeat of a thousand drums
And the focused ice of perfect clarified unity
Waits for you day beyond this dawn

Know this

I am the embodiment of this deity be
Which wills itself from the earth to leap into the sky and fly
And never falls unless it's willingly done so

And thus it goes
That the deepest storm isn't always shown above the waters
This I cannot say but know

That no ghosts ever ran but from me
It will be so

Belief is underrated I find
And believing in is strong
Like the sunlight glistening off the wings of setting birds, believe
And so it will be
Shimmering and reflected in our most human kind of song
That the way to be happy, is to be
And not to harp on that which has been
Or those who didn't belong

Believe
Be free
Live long

Beauty is not a belief
But a streaming reflection
Growing and widening into a river
And ultimately the sea
Or at least so your flowing has been
Seen

Some paths are too well tread for me
And through other thrown
In the woods of obsession known
Are remembered by me all too well