Either I stood in your shadow or waited in your shade. A fly on the wall buzzing about things to be made. Now I see clearly with a thousand little eyes. Please leave these words, how little you keep inside.
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Excerpts from Morning View
"For once it was nice: shedding myself of the most boring aspects of my life. Which were, realistically, the most exciting parts in the lives of others... Before, I placed all my perception of beauty into wonder, into imagining great features in great lands, great feats by great hands. Now I know, it is not those who wander that are lost, but those who wonder endlessly of where they could go."
Once Again
I grow dizzy with all the flames I've burned, with all the times this new leaf has turned. Waste my dreams as morning burns into view, a painful reminder I wake without you. Look over the ocean at all the fish swimming free; a lonely sailor caught by the sea.
Glance
Around and around the red blue mind. Thoughts creep and whisper in thin grey lines. Music to ears as silence to sleeping. Deposit in years, a warm heart beating. Ask me now, where I have been. I answer by staring in low dull hymn.
Nutrients
Where the wandering willows weep; for far they’ve come, no home, my foggy mind leaps to the end of the galaxy known. Who should I meet but the galaxy always alone. Once my travels cease, back to the shady grass. The tears the willows weep have turned all to laughs, to water at their feet, a home they have at last. Unlike earth beneath the trees, my roots do not dig so. They open their hairy arms to much I do not know. Like water beneath the trees absorb all I need to grow.
On belay?
Feats of my burden feed on desire. All left to leaving where twin peaks aspire. Wind through your day like vines through the grama. Painted in plastic like carving a comma. Dreams left to dreaming never climb higher. That's where I keep them: the subtle belier.
The Artist of Pithewa Peak
A man who paints memories gave me one to take. Gift wrapped from you it said, "Give your mind a rest and keep your heart awake." I see him paint there still, where the sun stains the forest skin. I will never forget that day - the closest to you I have ever been.