I just stood and breathed beside a tree
The other day. Odd thing to do perhaps,
It was deep winter, he was sleeping.
A stark
oak
against
the sky.

Tried to form some words to releaf his
Dark lines.

But no
I was in his keeping.

What do I need to know you?
Only what I'm looking at right now.

Not just so called surface either;
Your dark and light bewitch like night.
Your mind of many colours, shades
The anger, frowns and fists of feelings,
Rage
And cutting edges bearing down.

But still the glorious shadow
And the light:

The adolescence of old age.

Now claim what you have been given
Run with what you are.
Roar for once the strange whirlpool of you:
My love my sweet my kindness my caress.

It is right to own the time
When that is all.  And look
Around
Around
And see the roof melt into skies
And roll into a ball the possibility of now
And throw for joy with PARADISE intent - for us
For all the world.

I want to be in that world
Where words can dance. As they were meant to -
Sideways
When they want. Sometimes in numbers,
Sometimes each to each to kiss and catch a secret
Streams made of dreams from nights
Of years ago. When things were different
And the same. Take care of them.

Take care of them.