In the company of friends,
We forget what life amends.
And if it where still the same,
Will we know what remained.
Category: General
On day 5 am
In that we wait for end,
Mid fading winds of sand.
In dark refuge of night,
Silent word prays…despite.
The fourth day
I whisper as one, another,
Who was left with little cover.
I saw the blooms of shiver cast,
Infant petals, not one the last.
Just before the wind had left
This wood had days not so bereft.
With all the thickets swaying bare…
This little bloom sways so fair.
The Second Day
The sky is my wound,
And you… my womb.
If ever was a lovers nest,
Let us in the sky take rest.
First Day
The charm of a sun,
Those golden rays.
A wild grass undone,
Golden, reaches…sways.
Your Youth
What is your youth,
Purity? Memory? Wisdom?
Is it such a secret
that all the world will
sway for you?
Your shyness fetters even
the last ice into Springs
Excitement,
As winters solitude blushes
In the face of your youth.
Disenchantment
In the ruins of disenchantment
Parrables of suffering
Lay amongst the orchids of beauty.
Here the heart labors
Where the soul
Has been patient.
Winds sweep away
Ruins and blooms…
Wanderers too.
The Pear and Plum Tree
There was a bird that sang to me
Beneath the pear and plum tree.
It was there for days I dreamed
As winged spirit honey weaned.
When in time I’d come for song…
Winds had then rested too long,
And summers end sent melody
South to hills of tangerine.
Threads
Threads slowly part undone,
Telling the story as ’twas spun…
Once by Earth…then Weaver still,
Then one wonders if of their will.
They’d keep going, so I think now,
They’d spin apart and to the ground,
And then to Earth…or Weaver still,
Then I’d wonder if ’twere will.
Often Awake
My eyes oft searched through the dark,
As though my dreams were empty,
As though they wanted not a part
Of sleep I slept without thee.
ahorsealone 
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