Where better to find a leaf
than in the forest?
Where better to eat food
than at a table?
Where better to pray
than in a church?
Where better to scream
than by yourself?
Where better to hurt
than inside yourself?

No place better than a hospital
to recover
Where better to die
than in the arms of your lover?

Her skin's camouflaged
by bark, or so it seems
but really
a lost purpose
for it is not her doing
in the days of old
it's the whisper of time
to prepare her
for the final dance
reluctantly she gave
her body swirling and bending
twisting and turning
in the airy stage
a perfect Giselle
when finally she stopped
and there she lay still
a perfect camouflage
by earth
only her dismal soul
dissolved in the Northwind.

You never know how green
A leaf may be
Until you turn it over.

The snow puffs on the lonely trees of my yard...
Zephyr falling on the rheumy ground,,,
My Heart beating
With no sound!!!!!
My Heart beating with no sound!!!!!
Moist ground intimate
With moist eyes :::
The Parakeets holdback Spring to come,
The peak of KHARABALL,
All Milky with fresh snow
Once Sunshine Gnaw...
Looking above the minerates of my Masjid,,,
I saw your image
Waiting for me...
Let us again we should be we
As we are we
As we are we

I wouldn't have left you alone.
But you never showed me that
                you where standing on your own.

Even though you had a forest of leaves
                        talking to you.
            Words falling like an autumn breeze.

I never realized that no leaves fell near the
               needing of words to say,
                                                your not alone.

I watched you stretch higher than any other.
         never realising you felt lower than the roots
that's held you solely in place.
                                    
                                        In silence you where here.

Still your branches reached
and a foliage of leaves covered
                     the tears that fell on every leaf.



My leaf's still sway lonely in the wind.
  now that your no longer here.

Who could have known that you could
sway from your own branches
                                                        silently­.

Your still here, even though you have no leaves
                                                                ­       to fall...


I'll still find shade under your branches.
                Your still stand tall,
                                  even tough you fell silently.

And all I do is sway in a breeze of loneliness

Alone and empty
I moved without the moon
Attempting to keep my own rhythm
Stubbornly holding onto control.

You crept up like the tide
Always moving in and out
Too slowly to notice
Until it swept me away.

Your water nourished me
When I was accustomed to drought
Acclimated to the constant thirst
that I forgot I even had.

I dove right into the waves
Toes numb, eyes focused at the horizon
Not knowing what to expect,
Accepting your water in my soul.

Submerging myself,
My body compelled me to come up for air
Take a breath
But my gilled heart was secure down there
For the first time.

Autumn implies decay
Vibrant colors turned to brown
No green in sight
Remembering the lively spring.

But look closely as
the leaves drop from their source of life
And find the dirt from which they were born.
There is no death here.

Just as the water moves by some greater force,
As the leaves fall
to birth new life,
So do I yield to the cycle.

In allowing myself to be moved,
in forfeiting control,
In falling,
I find my peace in you