"hello"
you said
the first words
you ever spoke to me
and i looked at you
really looked at you
with your tousled hair
and your shimmering eyes
and i fell into your gaze
and from that moment on
a thousand breezes blew
and i replied with
a smile on  my face
"hi"

Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows?
Its shade fills the courtyard;
Its shade fills the courtyard...

Leaf to leaf, heart to heart,
folding and unfolding,
It expresses boundless affection.

Sad and broken-hearted, lying awake on my pillow,
Late into the night
I hear the sound of rain.

It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy;
It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy....

Lonely for my beloved, grief-stricken,
I cannot endure the mournful sound
of rain.

Daydream inspired
Project complete
Rewarding? Oh yes, and utterly sweet

My sun-scorched back tingles pin-point waves of, not quite pain--distress--as I settle back onto this memory-stained slab of concrete.
Puffing on a dark-green American Spirit, I relax, taking stalk of the monumentous armada above.

Letting go of all focus from my vision in an attempt to take in the world summons forth an arrayed troupe of points
Though, they're not that, per se, more like minute splashes along the clouds' surface.
They don't remain stationary for long.
Suddenly aware of an audience, they get the show rolling.
Center stage, a forceful spiral forms, slowly whirl-pooling the others
Gravity's on theirs ***** now, they get close, slingshot, rinse and repeat.
Individual groups pinch together and blow apart.

The performance humbles me, forcing me to take responsibility for my actions,
For straight A's popped,  
Living wills written on concrete slabs, while puffing a light-green American Spirit.

Walk in.

Again I’m pinned with disapproval that delivers a blow; scan the room to judge, keep tabs, and slight my ego.

Keep control with reprimanding eyes, that’s justified; say no words, I’ve heard what the rage written on your face shouts.

Walk out.

your smile is a lot less convincing
after your heartless slurs
you say you’re getting better
but you’re absent like remorse

Perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
To learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree.
     I talk
because you shake its leaves.

My pen oozes feelings in splattering ink
Lines in symmetrical visions of truth
Carved from a heart that is desperate to think
Somewhere inside sleeps the essence of proof

Reaching that point where the matters at play
Running around in my mind’s subtle crest
Hoping to find the right sentence to say
This is my love for I gave you my best

When is enough more than money can buy
Simple the pleasures awaiting your touch
Tiny endeavors on wings set to fly
Sunlight and flowers and wishes and such

Still comes another of phrases to win
Sweeping you off to the end of my time
Spinning in circles as yet to begin
Lost and alone as he utters “you're mine”

Why is it always the soft tend to fall
Deep in the crevice of fading desire
Charcoal and ashes the flame’s ending call
Diamonds and rubies now what you require

Now as I sit at this desk in the cold
Staring beyond every dream I might see
Endless the stacks that these memories hold
Tossing my tears at what now can not be