Your breath gives rise to butterfly wing
Carries wish to seed at fertile feet
Shapes your echo to the ear of great mountain
Your voice spinning on the wild eagles call


Your heart waves green cross the nape of valleys
Pressing your kiss to the lips of the silent rivers
You thresh your hair on galloping wild horses
settling their wake in the rays of suns blessings

Your body shakes the faces of oceans
Cracks its limb on solid grounds
Your children’s whisper
Your angers roar
You be
Where wind be born

Fly sparrow fly
on edge of wing be quest
stir appetite on peckered sight
fly sparrow fly

Rip sparrow rip
a send on to a writ
a lope in turn be widows yern
rip sparrow rip

On clouds bright in plume
sit sentients in suns perfume
voices sing laments in claim
on souls beneath in venting rain

heart wakes silence to its skin
its press of fire in to akin
resonance hails wishes wild
in plenty to  alls willing smile
its grin be empty of repose
sharp its essence on its toes

set flight to colors green on red
high in its hum its living head
release to grip its praise upholds
announce upon its in disposed

A flippant  gentry throw seed to a hapless few
a stow a way  slides air to its ravens quest
jest in its common mews
seared to its bust of imperial view

faces in chains of steel rapport  
step birthed to its shackled hand
announcing to its ship a shore
in certain of its reprimand

be bludgeoned ye of staff and stump
its weep be not on any
a cloak besotted to its lump
its wish unborn be many

I see the happiness on your smiley face
and the river flows through my eyes
I'm so helpless and so hopeless!
and this heart weeps for missing my kins.

The world's heartless and I lost my family
Yet I have become stone hearted
How helpless I am, oh indeed!
I'm unhappy, but acting like I'm happy
I'm the darkness and your eyes are full of light!

You have a happy smile but I'm so sad,
Sometimes dream makes me scared,
Yeah, I'm so hopeless in this cruel world
How happy you are but I'm dying inside!

The morning comes to your eyes, but I'm still in shock
Many birds sing in your forest and flowers smell good
But I'm still so helpless and so thirsty for goodness.
Be with you the light of peace forever
and I have devoted my Creator.

The Great Storyteller
pens ink to the wind
Pressing pen to its paper skin
shredding its word on the taste of rain
its drip of spirit in deep refrain

A sweet scented memory
echoes and burs
A woe of regret weeping
high in the nest of its underworld

The humid mist of nostalgia
rests its net oer the black veil
Sinking its face to its deep blue belly
Its pale faint ***** in her sleeping beauty
claims its kiss to widen its wake

A deep laughter
came to see me this morning
it was so excited
for the use of my soul

it slipped its fingers
across my chest
leaving by way of the heart

filling my rest
head to toe
its echo on my bones
its history
unknown