A riesling fog
Rolls back like fingers
From the base of the Alleghenies

And I
In watching still
Call forth no words to move as it

Fields ache to be remembered
Just as moons howl and kernels crack
And waters bubble into rivers

Wide the view of the passing deer
Of the night so strong
That cold thoughts can endure forever

If you loved me - then - it's not me
I've already come and gone and went

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

After gravity fades
And the crowds die away
And all that's left is me
And I'm finally free
Not to sleep, or be scared, or be anything
But me
When I write like this right
For just a moment
I am free
And for an instant I feel
That there's no wrong in me

I am free

Mountain airs
Beautiful trees
Unending ridges
Or winding seas

The colorful furns
The flowery bees
The fallen rains
Or the whispering leaves

No looks
No sights
No sounds
Nor scenes

Can ever keep me from my words
Or yours from my eyes and hopeful promise to me
That if written or not
One day I'll be free

It's not that opinions
(much like rushed sculptures)
Are always unattractive
But it's the forceful hatred behind the hands
Which makes me sick of seeing the resurfacing you
Over and over
Again and again

And yet in this stage of life
I dont hate you
Nearly as much as you hate them

There is but one heart
Between these two lighthouses
When the seas connects
And with both lightning and bliss
They reach each other feeling

And then suddenly
Like the dawn, she was there
And my face alight with a joy so bright
That she was even more radiant
In the second sun of my reflected
Impervious to shadows and the nets they weave
I am glad that I waited through the night
To be greeted by my dawning eyes such as these
I am glad

Close
Far
Warm breath
Cold air burning beneath southern stars

Quiet
Noise
A comforting voice
In ears at last a presence being, my present

I no longer have an old hearth to fire
An old flame to blow out
Let alone coal to kindle

I let all of those old memories go
Out and cold long ago
With my youthful desire

I've made way for you, future
So that I could burn anew

I wait
And wait anew

If you knew me, you'd know
And in such feelings be felt
More than a stranger passing by
More than a simple smile
Or an almost unexpected sound

In the real you would live
And out with expectations you'd breathe
Until your lungs were filled
With more than just speculation
And your thoughts were more honestly bound
(By such realism) and no longer free

And if I began wandered here less around
Without the knowing's of so
And in my mind decidedly worried less
And started more committing to find
There's no knowing where or here or when
Our future together would commence to go

All I know is that this and in this way
(Towards the sky)
We must both more than wish in order to grow

But then again, if you knew me …
You'd know

When I least expect
Your presence to be
Without longing or desire
Or conscious choice
Without all of these
Some mornings you'll appear
Out of fog and vale revealed
Almost sudden without warning or iniquities
You aree simply there
And I'm left wondering as to why
You chose once again to visit me
Not in the real but the realm of dreams