Its about this time of the year when the fog  feels melancholy. Sticky in the way it hugs around your fingers, and sometimes your toes. When the grey gives way to blue, and theres a breeze right aroudn midday before the sun comes in, warming your shoulders and brightening his hair.

Its right about this time of year when change sits regally on every windowsill and rooftop, reminding you that it never left, you were just fooled by the frigid frost of february covering its tracks.

Look over your shoulder, she's not there anymore. The way you left her, at the door. Its open, swinging.

And its this time of year when its spring again. And the regality of change crowns the blossoms on each branch, willowing by your doorstep. Sitting on the stoop smoking a cigarette you see the smoke, blowing in little curves to your neighbor Mani's door.

How long you'll be here, you don't know. Mani doesn't either. You both came in from the countryside, a while back expecting to find a gig singing or acting. Lately, you've both been doing that, but what you earn money for is pouring whisky and ***** and gin for people who's lives are made or lost or forgotten by whatever you give them. Sometimes it feels like you control some secret potion, like you have an elixir to share at your dispense. a secret, just like the patch of grass that lingers growing and re-growing under the february frost.

She left pretty quick- you couldn't catch her, there was no way. See you have to know that that kind of thing is coming, or get ******* lucky. But you lost her you really did. With her hair in the wind, and her eyes, so clear you could see the wind blow through them, and the sun shining rays, she used to sit on the stoop. Now that's what you've got. A pretty picture in your mind- one that's all too connected. You remember the smell the touch the heartbeat. Its all there, and it will be. It'll stay you know. She was designed for it- to break into your little shell and leave her mark, make room for herself in your life just in case the spring wasn't coming back, in case change wasn't going to slip through a hole in your pocket and fall down, down into the new york city subway to be carried and picked up and taken on odyssey upon odyssey.

You would have never known. And so, now change sits regally where she did, mocking you for having turned you into a beggar, a gypsy, a fool for little pieces of silver and gold. You begged for change, and I warned be careful what you wish for.

Go
Down to the Sea
Tell me what you see in the sand
Tell me what you see in the sky
When I hold your hand do you feel me
My heart beat
Do you see my cold breath
Steaming in the wind
Grey
Hovering above the water

One Choice
Make it well
Do you see stars
Their reflection on the water

To write
Can be self indulgent
Like blowing steaming air in a certain shape
To delight my own eyes

But I know now
That when I have nothing left to say
When my heart feels whole

I can write about your trip to the sea
And in my words
I hope you feel
Your hand
Holding on to me

-Dao-

Beauty in the details. Intheplacementof spaces. In the p.o.i.n.t.s. between words.

With sense and presence, no perception, I live in truth. In a real place, not like my room, or my house, or new york. A real place, you know, like the one in your heart. The place you imagine. A real place.

Blindness veils, thoughts tear away, but when everything else quiets, I’ll get there. A real place.

Where I feel. Everything, in the palm of my hand and the beat of my heart. In the hand of a friend. In a fresh start.

Don’t prepare. Don’t obsess. Just be. Forget the rest.

There’s a sky. I promise.

There are stars and a moon.

There’s order in the world, it’s just called disorder.

Feel you’re heartbeat.

Come with me.

Don’t miss the chance to kiss the sky before you die.

Don’t ever, just get by.

Soar.

It’s all in me. Its all in you. Every molecule atom electron in the world. They move. They change. But they stay. So everything is really the same. Can you ever feel that in your heart? Sometimes I can. When I listen— sometimes I hear.

You,

your smile,

leaves blowing on the trees,

Water trickling down a stream,

Ice floating on the top.

Flowers pushing through the frost of spring,

Bloom and die, die and bloom

Come and go, go and come

Good, bad and beautiful. My heart. The world.

Stop. No-

-Dao-

Lovely lady of the night

Stars and you shining so bright

Do dearly show yourself to me

I cannot bear your mystery

Pale and crisp, of subdued hue

Your majesty in me, doth thoughts imbue

And nowhere on the blessed chain

Round earth will you too long remain

Deepest dankest darkness of the day

With your dark magic, never can it play

Your force too great, your pull stronger than seas

My fear at night, your brightness doth appease

And show me please your brilliance and your ore

As I to you, reveal my truest core

Of gold we both are made and one to test

Will we together be among the best

I know that to the sun you are betrothed

Unearthly marriage, yours here is ne’er exposed

The sparkle of the summer sun doth always fade

'fore you, bright one, come tumbling from its shade

All alone, you two do light my paths

One on one, in glory or in wrath

But query, I do have for one or both

If always separate why are thee betroth’d

In light in love in independence great

Each on its own doth true beauty create

There’s a rhythm to that song. I think I know it.

The words, I’m not so sure.

But the rhythm, that’s what counts right? That’s where the feeling is, right?

I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t have the words.

Had no idea it was coming. Had no idea what to say.

But I knew how I felt. That’s what counts right?

Sometimes I have rhythm, sometimes I’m in time.

But I wonder, were you stepping on the same foot?

Or the opposite one? The right one?

And if I was dancing alone, was I dancing at all? Or just bumbling around like a recently evolved monkey.

Dance with me now. I write, you left

There is a place

I know there is

Not one not many

But all and every

You can go there

I can too

Where grass is green

And skies are blue

There’s no train

Chugging churning rocking the land

No people rushing

To beat the drops of sand

Instead people fall with them

Accepting the ride

And holding hands

Swimming with the tide

Smiling

as wind blows their hair

to

and

fro

They’ve all realized that there’s nowhere to go.

And so they

smile and laugh and play

They know that

this is their only day

Sometime soon

the sun will set

The crops will dry

Only one thing will be wet

Their hearts，their mouths, their blood, their gore

But not to worry

Sometime soon

it will be no more.

Be no more they say be no more

Than what you are, that is your chore

As a living mortal

You see the paradox

Your hands wave round

like a ticking clock

But

all batteries die

and all hearts stop to beat

So know, dear child,

you only have two feet

Do what you can in all that you do

But remember dear child what you do isn’t you.

Like all the wind that moves the seas
As time floats down
Like leaves off trees
And all the colour of black and white
The fades of eyes as dark as light

Like all the things I choose to see
So thick the air that i once breathed
With soft the touch and light as sand
As all the grains fall through my hands

But as you stare into my eyes
And reach your soul into my mind
The opposites appear and then subtract
As time starts still and white is black

You speak your voice and make it clear
To follow the truths that now appear
To make the most of what i have
Embrace the start do not look back

My blue eyed friend for now I see
The voice you speak can calm the seas
And grow the leaves back on the trees
While all the colours stay the same
The grains of sand remain in my hands

And most of all for what has changed
The fades of eyes as dark as light
The brightness subsides so I can see
The blue eyed girl in front of me

And all the words she has to speak
So thick the air that I once breathed
Is now a whisper is now a stream
Is now a smile within my dream