Streams flow,
Mountains stand,
Fields obedient to the Sun
Wish to remain unturned.
But winds blow from every corner,
Kings trample through
On their iron hoofed horses,
Merchants of War chant
Jingling their gold.
Flowers swaying in the air,
Humble roots desperately gripping down,
Wondering why so hard
To just be.
Hearts may deceive
Storms are raging yonder and beyond
Until the undiscriminating wind
Comes home.

The darkest night
Of a beginning,
Sun, Earth and Moon
Line up in perfect company.
The thickest dark gives
A new birth to die,
A new hope to burn,
A new ascent & descent,
A new march unto an end.
And then,
We start
All over again.

You don't
Have to like me.
We don't have to be
Best friends.
I drink black coffee,
You sweet tea.
I shake hands,
You hug.
My fragrance
May be too citric,
Your spice
Adds too much heat.
Your words
Flutter like butterflies,
Mine sink like heavy rocks
Thrown into a lake.
Sea cave is where I live,
You on the mountain top,
The prairie connects us.
I look nothing like you now,
But we looked the same
At our first cry,
And will again
At our last breath.
What we need
Is a simple nod,
Reverent room for doubts,
Faith in the truth,
Divine amber of
Genuine good will
For each other.
You don't
Have to like me.
We don't have to be
Best friends.
Just take me
As is
And so
I take you.