simply knowing every dream

the long walk secret
the beach is bare at noon

the long ago boat on the waters

before the emergence of fear

----

we tell each other stories
that seem to lie
somewhere between pleading
and dishonesty

the seed is buried

every thing we say or do
is simply

falsely

misconstrued

----

in the social network

floundering

essential people hope
to be known

by some other
some
human
being

some long lost vision
of a possibility

some forgotten
creativity

---

on the long walk beach at noon
secretly loving....(?)

I GUESS IT'S YOU!

what IS love?

does anybody know?

the waters await the last typhoon

the tiny boat

the child there

the purest maiden

and all she bares