Her glance has wounded

me deeply, it pierced my heart --


oh, arrow of love!

It is still so new,

I'm disconcerted, sitting --


here waiting for you.

What are her feelings

for me? Well, I could ask her --


but that is risky.

Most people in love

are just not at their best when --


it really matters.

In the compartment

window, we kiss and we merge --


with the May blossoms.

Don't ever leave me,

if you do so anyway --


please, let me find you.

Home, for me, was never a place;
That comfort and safety aren't tied to a space -
for me it's the people, and emotions they bring:
a hallowed steeple, a hymn to sing.
.
Since you left I've been homeless,
- a wandering wreck -
no refuge nor address,
a stone 'round my neck.
.
My friends have homes,
and I'm a welcome guest,
yet my soul still roams:
a traveler with no quest.
.
And my friends are springs,
fresh, clear, and pure,
but for one who is starving,
water's no cure.
.
I hunger, my love, for your lips on mine,
Heavens above, grant me a sign.
This beaten-down husk, this wretched shell,
A shadow in dusk, for you unwell.
.

morning air, soft,
warm and welcome as a lovers touch
summer leaves promise
almost time
almost ready

I travelled far
not counting footsteps
shapeless past not formed
by ranks of hours
yet now days to come
are measured precise
and welcome as
the needle falls

too short now
and too long
stretching home

and footsteps close
to beating hearts
to clasping hands
to sighing breath

together

Can it comfort me,

that I am in love with him --


who holds me captive?