Its a hunger
A thirst
Desire is
It's like oxygen
Or
A savage beast
Needs to be met

Shower
Curtained eyes
Only nakedness
Behind

Wanting a thing to hold onto
A piece of a tree a twig
The fur of a cat
The psalms in the air
Wanting

At its best a thirst
Hunger pangs
The mist
A salty sea breeze
On aqua
Cliffs

Selecting a rock
On the beaches
Drifts
So many so
Soft

Hold that thought of
Soft squishes
Standing
An eye
To the
Sky
A hand on a
Rock

A
Breath

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Themes thesis'
As common as leaves
As seasons
And round how it spins
Upon that hill
I sit upon
Late for work
Again
Contemplating
Whippoorwhills
Doves
And squirrels play
Another day
Sitting
Upon a hill
Like a child
With no
Worries
Again
For
Just a while

A where's
Just is
Becomes the say we
Meet there on
The lawn
Nervous feet dig
Trembling eyes
Clasp
Wanting