“Our depth is a shallow
In the seas of being
The iris of existence.
Our ideas…
Warmth and cold.
Oil pastels…
Upon the pupil.”
Tag: Thought
More snow
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.
A separated song.
I am the moment which lives through your breath.
And if skipped will pray the joys of death.
Feel me as you feel all the relived lost,
That you see me at a memories cost.
I will be waiting in times emptiness,
Where we will be born of our childishness.
And we are swept away in soft silence,
Clothed by a language of our past instance.
thoughts etc…
“What turns life so? About?”
Be it hush or shout
Do say a magic word,
Something moment spurred.
who you are
The world begs for your smile,
For it awaits your audience.
For it awaits your audience.
You are the mother of eyes,
And the world is your child.
And the world is your child.
And so is the love of the world,
In its beseech of a sibling
In its beseech of a sibling
She would fly
Holds her petals firm,
And for moments they flutter,
Not flight, no, they fall.
After 15
I have walked among the clouds,
And where are they now?
There is no welcome to the sky,
That isn’t whispered in your sigh.
14th
Had I been ready to pray,
When we sat beneath the oak,
What would have I to say,
If I hadn’t listened to these folk.
It’s not that careless I came,
Or that my spirit’s stern,
But nothing is the same
When I hear the oak and fern.
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.
That Night Be
But had I many nights serene
When with me in midnight’s walk,
Only that on which I lean
Was my standing thought.
Had I many nights to see,
Surely one would that night be.
