play me an air
   a bluebird lament
something meant for the breathing
  to remember

  all i want to hear
is a soft melody
  sad as the winter
still on the wind

     let your bow waltz
on the strings of my heart
     let the sound
  of your fiddle
set sail

play me an air
   like the bluebird did
     while i dance
  with the snow
in my hair.

I like old glass
with bubbles

Pockets of breath
of the dead laid to rest

I break and I breathe and I taste

Their spices
and vices

Kisses from wives
Curses and verses

Songs of themselves
Wine of their wrath

Salt from their baths

Smoke from their fires
Sweet tastes of desire

Shared sighs and cries
Dead butterflies

Air.

Summer is singing
The spectacular sun
     stains my skin
Its song a sweet serenade to subtlety
Insects slowly swoop
     so to satisfy
Seriousness can't be taken seriously
Summer is singing
Each step in the sand
     singes under sandals
Somehow the setting sun is enough to stop sadness
Sweat spills over
     into the sapphire seas
Sometimes I forget how sacred summer seems

For favored solutions
When life is so brief
Open doors and open books
Are half-asleep
Gems glimmer and glisten
For purity's sake
In mental affluence and disillusion
The brain wakes
For coveted miles
When walking is done
Open doors and worn coat hooks
Are welcome
Locals bid well and listen
For status' sake
In sleepless intuition through cognition
The brain wakes

How wonderful it is
That we can see
And interpret
And comprehend
And contemplate
And dream
How incredible our lives are
That we can be
And breathe
And live, and feel
How beautiful the world is

Its soil is freezing as tired leaves grow
Through windowpanes and laden fields
A kind expression on each limb shows
The fruit on which the young bird feeds
Each nest a budding home for crows
To spread the old tree's last-sowed seeds
He's tired but at least he knows
He's what the life around him needs

In this room alone, piled with wishbones
Each social high on golden throne
Feel the breeze with shaking knees
Empty space is all I see
Though triggered by the sadness
Each glory yell to madness
Tells tales of the past enough
To incite the desert dreams

While drones buzz by like angry bees
A hornet's nest is waiting
To capture each like saws to trees
A story worth creating
Through the fairy dance I'm singing
Each brazen glance is seeming
A little less like added stress
To describe this desert feeling

Though peacefulness may hide itself
In shadowed, dripping caverns
A stalagmite of good fortune
In the cheers of beers in taverns
Behind each whisper of enchantment
Comes a desire for life enhancement
But not before the felled tree lore
Is recounted by fire-lit lanterns

My glances surreptitious
and from a distance

with a certain amount of concern
and now i've learned
that i am not the strongest person

i know and my life is so,
so small in comparison.


r ~ 12/17/14

i saw the movie, once
- a sad one

this time i am hoping
things will be different -

good, friends
should be allowed
to be friends -

Viva Cuba.

r ~ 12/18/14