They say they have become the ocean
but really these are fanciful thoughts.
I can now think of the ocean...
and see transient sunlight on the surface
and feel pebbles rolling in the wavebreak at my feet.

The bottle is broken
The goose is dead
I'm covered in his ****** feathers though.

At the lakeside
thoughts and water
merge in tranquility.

A gentle breeze
and some chattering birds,
separate now only in words.

Your eyes reflected in mine, reflected in yours.
If our eyes are windows of the soul
can we really be apart?

As friends orbit this supernova,
I can't help but to smile,
making the vacuum taste
a little sweeter.

Wonder fills the heart of the ones that know love
Should I say how wonderful you are
...or that I love you?

In discarding culture and abandoning time,
I have lost touch with today's tomorrow people.
Only ceaseless peace refunds this loss.