Picturing you older
black beard running down
to knees

ancient forest stalk
vegabound loose

drawing energy from
stone and sky

every scar
went Iron Wall sturdy

nothing to own
except wisdom

all attachments
forgotten

only spirit
flowing adrenaline ******
in long Canyon gazes

where magical mineral
hot springs

collide inside you.

A deep purple sphere
  framed in your lair

notebooks
hiding under granite

night spells of thunder

  tumbling through her green eyes.

Icy white sheets of gust
  traveling far just to remember human love.

Tundra feet
  and
long walks

skating  lonely  white  plane
  when the rope  
burned your psyche

attentive as the smell of pine
  to a boy or man

anyone free

enough to dance
  in the golden hallway of
Heaven's Treasure,

when the dream
woke up to you.