I stood in awe
in the most perplexing
silence which was not quite
like the trickle of water
but of a stunned recognition
of crackling thunder, of
electrifying energy rolling,
writhing like a bonfire
I stood, my chest thumping
like something of numbing euphoria*
as the dancing, dancing man
with passion blanketing him
and music pouring from his creation
forged a union, a marriage
between the living thing
of man and music
and I was nothing more
than an earth-shakened leaf
taken by a singing light
*dappling the sweet forest floor

the custard glow of lamplight
cup of cinnamon coffee
a life bind in pages

one morning the evening star
wished, wished with all
the ache in her heart
that she could run, run away
so far, far into another art of
a different throne to cast her
rays, where the shadows spoke
in an alien language,
where different ships looked upon
her for a great destination,
where the winds sang a different tune
and the ocean murmured of unpredictable claims,
oh how sometimes this even star yearned,
yearned with all her heart that one day
she could leave the comforts in the puzzle,
in her small share of the vast, vast sky
oh, how the evening star
could lay eyes on an alien horizon  
so she wished, wished each morn and twilight
wished upon a lone, lone trail
set ablaze in the heavens above her throne
where the travelers, the sky-streakers,
those who starred wherever the world
she wished upon those,
the runners, those who demanded
for more

the rocking chair creaked, its wooden beams
sagging underneath the weight at the seams,*
the love affairs, the sweet motherly memories
seeped into its grains, into the sockets
which eyes stare from an high, high place
wonder, wonder what these eyes
ingrained in the wood would say
about the lives of its companionships
rocking the bodies of souls,
hurting and bleeding,
laughing and sleeping
sore all over so it strained to stand up
and trembling with exhaustion to finally rest
upon the rocking chair...
a rocking chair, with eyes gnarled with siege
sieged, surely, by imperfections embodying the
*the spirit of human lifetimes

a storyteller, the odd girl*
who rested her head in the cold sand
smiled a weary, weary smile
What is it, she asked
how about a tale, one of the gods
and a gallant hero
She smiled, teeth showing
as the water covered her face
How about one of the sea, she replied
A tale of the sea?
Yes, and how it connects all the continents
With the sea, I can go anywhere
And I'll give you a hero,
Not so particularly gallant
Yet wisdom of Sun
the Sun?
Yes, silly, the tale is the Sun and Light
And how they existed side by side
As two halves meant to be
Yet their cousin, Life
Grew dark and heavy in envy
And became the sea
To drown their love
Yet Sun, in all his glory
Felt pity chip in his fiery rays
And with an explosion of power
Brought the inferno from within
Of Life's deepest throne
And brought forth liquid fire
To spew across that of Life's watery bodice
Oh, how Life was infuriated
And howled with rage
Yet soon...soon Earth began to mold
And soothe Life's churning ways
Earth was beauty of green
And she spoke most eloquently
So that Life began to lap to her shores
And call to her in tune and lore
Yet with an ach to her heart,
A flaw to Sun's sight which cannot be seen
The Wind swept Earth away in howling love
Grieving, Life took the beings
Dwelling in his dreams
And placed the creatures on
Lady Earth's lovely, lovely shores
As gifts to her, so that Lady Earth
Could love instead the expanse
Which Life, the sea, became to be
Wind so then battered the sea
And swept him high in his throne
So by mischance parts of Life
Cascaded unto Earth's kingdoms
Earth, weary of such cruel tricks
And taken aback by Life's otherly touch
Shuddered so that her shoulders
Began to tremble in a terrible fit,
And Life, the sea, soothed her shores
And sang her crashing melodies
So the fright would leave her body...
And to this day, the world remain as is,
Life, the sea, sparring with running Wind
The Wind bold and dashing
Running untethered in great leaps
The relentless affair, the Triangle of Time
An existence of infinite grief,
And streaks of bubbling joy,
Under the heavenly eye of Sun and Light
them why are you here, on the shore
laying down on the eve of Life and Earth
Well, you see, the girl said
The Sun and Light are ancient and wise
And created all that is,
Yet as I lie here in the sand
I sometimes, quite silently,
Feel the aching yearn Life, the sea,
Reach for Earth
and if there is no Earth?
Then the loneliness of Life
Will consume him and turn
Him into ice, as seen
By Great Uncle and Aunt
North and South,
Where Earth does not dwell
can you hear Life, the sea
Yes, and how mournful
Does the music flow
An ancient tune of why
Loneliness fell to the bottom
Of the heart