Poem – Page 8 – ahorsealone

In the lofty mist
Of a white day,
Notes of oud
Tethered a snowy billow,
Parting a will to rest.
An earthly warmth
Was not ready,
And yet he pleaded
With fingers
That could not pray.

Farewell, my Friend

April 5, 2017 ahorsealone

The smoke passed

As an afterthought,

A cold day in Spring.

I wonder when last

He saw his garden…

If he’ll visit, with wings.

March 11, 2017 ahorsealone

“Our depth is a shallow
In the seas of being
The iris of existence.

Our ideas…
Warmth and cold.
Oil pastels…
Upon the pupil.”

Maunakea

For you

February 14, 2017April 20, 2017 ahorsealone

But was I a bird
To pluck my plume
A nest.
But was I was a bird
For you.

But was I the olive
To lay my leaf
Abed.
But was I the olive
For you.

But was I the sun
To let my light
Blanket.
But was I the sun,
For you.

But, as the night,
It will seem,
I settle for you in dream.

More snow

February 9, 2017February 9, 2017 ahorsealone

What if a thought, perhaps a few,
In every snowflake that fell for you,
Where to chime in its own way?

They all would, though indifferently…

Theirs is not a frosty hymn.
I know they came from a warmer spring.

Past the mountains in unknown groves,
A sun implored them… and now lets go.

Snow, Before Sleep

January 30, 2017January 30, 2017 ahorsealone

Before my eyes settle to skies
And aimless wishes fall to dreams
I gaze across the cotton miles
And milky way shimmering streams.

I’d like to think there are those who
Have known rest on a cloud or two…
And close the curtains with this thought
Pretending to be, of those aloft.