Bells chiming to the beats of the sun's heated rays
Blue pool waters evaporating to hope
Waking up to birds singing the songs of radiant days
The bell chimes once more with a pull of a rope
Dreaming continues, although you're awake
Readings of poets to diligently cope
Stories told to enlighten the whittled pathways
Mundanity sold to fires to break down and stoke
Pantomime laughs of jubilant plays
Never close again, this envelope
Hum-drum melodies to gain rightful pays
The feelings of which your eyes invoke
Visions of waterfalls, trees to raise
The scent of honey in tobacco and smoke

Because I don't paint
Words have to be the picture
Nothing but blue skies

typical as it seems
i, too, have moonlit dreams
whereby stars illuminate
the circles under your eyes
and the hands in your pockets

i want to show you a song
as beautiful as you

but my fingers aren't that elegant

yours are

star-shaped shadows behind your back
and birds on your ears
i know you know
what they say
that song
is
beautiful

it's not pensive
nor is it pondering
the wind
cardinal
red whistle in the trees

it sure is something

Jovial and brief, this kind of
Fleeting journey
With no place in mind
Phrases soft-spoken
Face-to-face, to find
Each wonderful moment
Better than the last
The brevity is astonishing
Each laugh passes, speed, fast
While thoughts are on time,
Time is not
Following the ticks of the internal clock
Though sleep may elude
Each night, like a mime
Captured in an invisible box
When able to come free
Is what it means to dream

Thoughts over tea
We've hit the fifth steep
It's different from the last
But somehow more deep

And full, our words
And silence alike
This never-bitter waterfall
The warmth is just right

I'm using tea, today, as a
Metaphor for life
How wonderful it is
On steep number five

What is this
Wishing, dreaming
Lacking, needing
The antidote
To this feeling
The note
Left in a locker
The birds, flying, freed
After a rainstorm
Crystalline drips
Of emotional quips
What is this