Oh these doves they are cooing crazy
a language full of sunrise colors
with a variance of blues they coo
and soon the quails - laughing
the way they do in their morning mood
smaller birds chirp and shrill
the air is melodic music filled
here amid this cactus garden
halcyon songs to the sun
and too these flowers
explode in petals pale yellow
blooming high in the saguaro towers

When you come home
bring forth a garden, a storm
all the colors of you
a flower petaled rain befalls me
a soaking, sweeping view
from mountains you come
calmly with rain
deep from earth's core
sweet with petrichor
encircling softly warm
attracts me magnetically
stupefies me uncontrollably
though I know the killing hour
will come crushing, empty and forlorn.

it's not that i am always quiet,
or that I never have anything
to say.

i do have things to say.
I am simply waiting for a
pause in the conversation;

an empty space
my words
can fill.

but the conversation
does not stop, and the words
of others flow effortlessly around me,
not even noticing my absence.

and I know that I have
missed my chance
once again.

My Radius
   Mine distance
'tween the center of mine
      and my edges
('cause I am not exactly
           spherical, Varies, I guess)
The differences divided
          by a varying circumference
diameters changing
      makes it SO hard to divide the pi
squaring it  

(or trying to multiply by zero)

Makes absolutely
zero sense
            poses more questions than geometry
or algebra,
(far as I know, might be a constant, somewheres)
the I = me?

trigonometrical nonsense?