Golden strings
Worn thin and brown
Like hair once let
From ponytail down
Around fireside
A plucking keep
A look by flames
Ignites in me
A song
A song
To keep

As you walk on by
I forget about being
And in this unknowing seeing
What it means to not breathe for an instant
And for a heart to stop beating so suddenly

As if in the middle of a cold river running
You are a full stop for tumbling me
Before cascading into a crescendo fall
With a humming of sound
And a harmonica drum

Lost is a wonderful place to be
Near you

My life is not free
It is
breath to be breathed
blood to be shed
.      on behalf of
.      me

No one knows the color of the sky
Our rods and cones decree it is
An abundant place
With waves of clouded wishes warm
And cold hard truths
When it rains and often storms

And yet know one knows the ways in which its true colors go
And show
And show

Puddles dry
Rivers run
And streams run out of present being
But the Sea
The Sea is ever relentless
Older than time
And no less in never boiling need
Be it all too deep for me
At the ends of the earth
It is one of many seas waiting for me

With memories mine
Soaring higher than kites in the sky
How I yearn to hear the winter fireflies glide
Flickering in the December sparks ignite

It was always this way but you never knew that, did you?
Even now as you walk through my world on a whim
On your own terms because you can't handle mine
My own colors and their dark crashing imbued
Shine as a single sunset this particular way
But you never saw it as such
And I know it to be so

Do you feel, do you think, do you pretend for, and still hope to be? Do you try, do you want, do you wish for, and occasionally plead? Do you shine with vibrant wonder, and in dreams cool resolve to be? Free from the sake of those waiting upon you.

Do you still wish to fall?
I'm sure you do. But for me?

My barefoot sand
And rocky outlook
Blinded by the trust in being
Feels beneath
And over the edge
Of falling for you once again
From the feeling of this am I
No longer fleeing

I love the sound
Like first of days
The kind which cuts through fires at night
The kind which echos in the hallow mountains above
And winds down with little candles alive and bright  

And in burning for me
Would you play without fear
Without self or acknowledgement of death

Play
It doesn't matter how or what
My dear

Perhaps if I were taller
Standing out more so in a stagnant crowd
Even as PENN DOT lines during a crooked July
Or with deep sweet swallows of pride able to drink in the clouds

Or if I could sing and lull with just my eyes  
If I were mean or kind
Or less drunk with proud
Or loud about if I could bench well over my own weight in pounds

Maybe if I cared more, or cried often sometimes
Or didn’t have the willpower to step aside
And stop fixing things for the millionth time

Maybe then, and if
I looked more like him through your eyes
Then maybe I’d be more or less, motivated to try

In war at least there is an end

When body breaks along with luck
And wingless time refuses to fly

When stranded ground is found and crossed
With your enemies advancing under a sun
Their cries no longer lies

Defeated when
The clouds are stroked with arrows down
And your knees know sunset shown
In the distance

Lay it down
Long tired warrior
Stop existing for an hour or so
And simply
Let it all go

In the mornings
The mirror stares at me
In awe and wonder
Miraculously knowing more than beans
Will be needed
To generate the articulate out of this insufficient me

Do we share this memory ?
Have awakened with horror from this dream ?
Unable to see ?
That intent is always sewn halfway up to the sky alive ?

Are you there with your conscious eyes ?
Do you look for me as I still look yet ?
Or are my shoulders just another silhouette ?
Another shadow in the sky to forget ?

Your stars never crossed over into my universe
Not for a second of time shown true
In the upward skylight of my eyes

If seeing this is believing in you
Then I caught only a glimpse
Of the truth in mind

Yet your stars never crossed over into my universe
Of which I am over the not of it
And that's alright

The world spins ahead
Spins underneath
As my own head turns
There in time with the earth
And tears itself apart in search
Of being what quiet serenity can be
(And whatever personal tranquility is)

Though previously known
It had to of been
And madly I go on therein
Beside my own self being in hope
Of my old returning self to be
Full and mildly free
Of this hope built upon hope itself

That I am not spinning, it's just everyone else

Competence known
And with confidence found
Standing personal, leads to an exuberance in person
Like new flowers which will never know the ground

I don't grow on change
I thrive

Rushed is not a true
Excuse for making something
As premature as
Life without embodied love
Let alone two lovers lost

Desire is the strongest drug
Noone can tame
Nor wants to try

For once embedded
And for real
It's seemingly forever there in mind

Even if it's only a memory now

It was

Close your eyes to show you
The slant of the earth
Gradual and complex
The tilt of the head
Simplistic and free
Therein found rounded edge
The view from the corner seat besotted
See that?
I wish the world could see the world like me
Just this once

Do your eyes still flair
As a Winter ocean
When the snow reflects this cloudy haze

Does it matter
Still
As all winters settle and must end in such rainy days

April
Id give any one of these mountains for you
Just to hold a piece of your heart again

Saying that I’m selfish    with you
    Is an understatement of time
Such as it’s not worth mentioning
    A waste
Such an obvious case    of want    and wanting