I walked out the door
The wooden deck met
As it always had
Looking up
I saw the tree
Finally blooming
In the spring
All of the anger
Frustration
Pity and
Depression
Faded.
Perhaps that's where I belong
With that tree
Beautiful in the summer
Nostalgic in the fall
Dead in the winter
And in the spring
Alive.
The trees knew something
How to balance life
In a perfect way
Every day good and bad
The wind helped and hurt
Green and awe
Inspiring.
I thought
I might belong
With them
The trees
Where the world of humanity
Didn't matter
Where the rise and fall created Wholeness.
I was trapped
With an idea of what
The world was
A tremulous chaos
Each day
A different and unknown
Struggle.
How I wish I were the tree
That stood green
With first bloom
So still
And beaconing
Alone.

In the predawn hours
Light is still visible
Would that light
Still shine
If
The world
Were not made
Of reflective materials
I am not quite sure it would

I
Feel
But a fool

I
Can not
Understand you

Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink

I
Have felt
Secure before

I
Wish that
I'd never ever

Said
The things
That I've said before

I
Wish I
Had been silent

Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink
Too much to drink

Hello.
Hello?
I came here. I don't know how but I came here. I was somewhere else and now I'm here. I can't understand it but I am here. There was another place I was at. I felt I was alive there and I'm dead here now. I don't feel dead. I can see. I can feel! But my heart doesn't beat right. It doesn't shutter in panic. It won't leap for joy. It just beats. Maybe I've grown used to it. So used to it I always feel it beat. It could not beat but I feel it. It's there but I'm here. Where is it here? It's a place; it's somewhere. Not anywhere I've been. Here isn't any place I've heard of. Here it was different. Distorted. It was calm here. I heard but I heard the sound of nothing. I saw the blurry background of life. It wasn't there, though.
Hello?
Hello.

Why is the whispers and wishing go'n by
the lightness and wonder
your far crowed blue blunder
let out for the night?

Has greatness allowed you no sight
that without it you'd stumble
or make the crowds grumble
Wherenot a place to go?

Find yourself the roots of your foe
Deep and within you
Where you dare not continue
You leave to let yourself lie

I've always lived my life to think that I was a good person
Perhaps that's what made me foul
Two steps ahead, three tumbles behind
Has left me with a beaten mind
I always knew my life would fail
But not to kindness and love
I thought I was the best of men
Not the angry and the rough

Her flavor in my mouth
Her name on my breath
Her scent in my head
Her hand on my breast
Alas! I cannot see her