to the aching wretch i felt when i watched you slip away like lonely drips falling from the faucet after it was turned off, almost as if i were left behind. your voice leaking like the sound each lonely drop makes when it hits the ceramic ocean. your love that was once tidal waves drifting into a small mist. we’re older now, and wiser. the metal on the left side has rusted therefore the touch of cold seems more attractive than warm.

as each drop falls through the middle, i think of all the opportunities we missed. all that we let slip through the cracks just as the water falls through into the abyss. burrowing into nothing.

I would still love you
set ablaze ten suns with a match
and run after a wild rabbit in the forest even after dark

there, I am sure I would not fear
even the rustling leaves

there they could punish me, bring down the inquisition, accuse at the stake, but I still would find a way to forgive and smile in your direction

I would still love you
sometimes I do not think it good
to feel such things

What’s a maid doing running into the woods after a cow
what’s the earth doing revolving the sun
don’t ask me. Don’t ask me anymore.

In a river,
I will pour my love
as you watch it sink

On your shoulder,
I will pour my salty tears
and pray to forget you

I myself in
the blissful radiance of
the sunflower field
contained within your soul.
It warms me like the eternal bond
between the sun
and the flower.

I've slept too long

      no more the slumber

      life's next song

      is springing to my ear--



      beauty will never do any wrong

      as bouquets of wonder she sets to gather

      with love and rejoicing in music's throng

      life doesn't die--it will live forever