I look for you
In passing faces
A stranger's glance
In haunted places

I feel you among
Nature's grandest setting
It is you that I remember
Even when I'm forgetting

I see you wherever I go
In everyone I meet
Your words echo in conversations
That pass me on the street

Your soft, easy way
That safe familiar tone
That always takes me back
To a time long gone

She wrote her poems for the winds
If you read the winds you can read them
Sometimes the winds also
bring them to you
as a sort of caress
to the eyes, to the blood
to the heart.

if only we would love  
with our eyes
closed
and our hearts
open

we would not see
the outer shell

we would simply
fall in love with
the soul
the spirit
the heart
before us

for the rest
eventually falls away

I hate what it is doing to us
The closer we get the hotter it becomes
The top of the mountain
Where freedom is promised
Continues to grow taller
While the path that leads us burns at our feet

I could drink it all away
But the path grabbed the bottle from my hand
It was my commitment
And yours too
We were friends because of the path
And now we can’t even talk about it

There is nothing left between us
They killed it with money
I love you as a brother
But the enterprise wins again
Like it always does
Because businessmen are not farmers

We felt the connection between us
The words and the music
And our fathers who were made in heaven
I can only speak to you in a dream now
Because you are as afraid as I am
We gave them our souls

The holding of young
Nisha your daughter
Is like embracing

A wonderful dream
In a summer’s night;
The smell of her is

Like scented blossoms,
The eyes of her like
Small diamonds in a

Sea of creamy milk.
The feeling of her cheek
Against yours warms you,

Reminds you of your
Mother’s touches, your
Mother’s embraces,

The softness, the warmth
Of love. Time moves you
On, the hands of the

Clock go around and
Around, your mother
Is no more, the fond

Memory of her holds
Fast in your mind, your
Father sits alone

Now, his eyes always
On the door as he
Awaits her return,

Listening for her
Footsteps in the house.
The holding of young

Nisha in your arms
Is a reminder
Of the then and now,

Of the memory
Of your mother and
The moment of warmth

Now, the aliveness,
The being here, the
Eyes close, there is the
Smile and the lone tear.