Smooth as softened alabaster
Their scent to you an immeasurable bliss
Where the sun tucks the moon beneath his chin
Rests an endless dream no more than a wish

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so theres this ocean,
big and blue,
beautiful.
so much life breathing in its waters,
how could I have seen?
the death that swam beneath.

There is no time left in my life
     For fitted dreams and windless sheets
     For trees without low limbs to climb
     For years without ever seeing the sea

There is only that which stands here between
     The hopes
     The plans
     The quiet dreams

And yet I find, in the eyes of mind and present being ⁠⁠— And for the sake of those who walk beside
     That there ought to be more in me to find

When the tall falter,

        Then those

Who were beneath

   Can show that

Even below.

      They were always

Beneath view.


Standing tall beneath shadows,
       They shone bright.

why should you care
not even there
sometimes not aware

people looking at you
in your head
everyone else beneath you
no one will ever reach you

I'm lead lined
        but you always


see through me.


My secrets concealed
                beneath me.


But you will always
                   see within me.


I never want to hide anything
       from you, I'm lead lined.



But you always see what others cant.

Below the surface was the whisper,
     an elusive breath of wisps that
                        spoke in seductive subjective
                                      innuendoes.

Never to let there presence to be seen,
              they kept between the veil
of the waters crest.
              below this they would drown in solitude.

But when one was between the veil and the
                                            shallow breathes
              they seduced every breath to feed there hunger.

There hunger was a boundless ocean.
              And you fell in to there shoreline pool
                       of false promises.
                Drowning in a breath of illusions pleasures.


And the the ripples splashed upon the pools
                  dry tears that never collected or fell.

      just lingering like perspiration of the silent void.


Now filling this pool of consciousness,
                                      with a still refection
         of eyes blank and open and nothingness
                swims in its pools and it devours within.

I sit beneath the willow
As all my thoughts run free
Skipping through the meadow
Of true tranquility

I sit beneath the willow
As winds begin to blow
I feel the stumble of my thoughts
Into the valley's low

I sit beneath the willow
As rains begin to pour
I hear the gurgle of my thoughts
Till thoughts I think no more

A cloudy sky is all I see
A mind of dull torpidity
I sit beneath the willow
I sit beneath the willow