Incessancy

What am I to do

With memories

And the call to move

Through time and back

Against the moment

For a thought

That wants desperately to be alive?

What is it doing here?

Why has it arrived?

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My Early Mornings

What happened to my early mornings?

That time of day

To rise and shine

And greet the sun

Before it rose high

High enough

To paint the sky blue

And be with me as she did it,

But now wondering where I am,

Seeing me with this girl-

Is she my sun?

(There is no question

More complicated than that)

And so the sun is jealous

Because the sun is her

Asking why I gave this girl

My life in bed for nights

Though she forgets,

I gave them to her as well

And she took my mornings too

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A Stream

This lovely stream

Cornering the breath I breathe

And the rocks in current

Holding close

Gripping the walls

Of surfaces

Ground still in place

With tress by their sides

And paths still in motion

Heading straight for the sea

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Curves

This water is silent

Though it moves and it turns

To bend through curves

In clear and calm rhythm

Through the infinite steady

Of constant and quiet

–

Love at First Sight

What could our eyes tell us

If they could speak

Long enough

To let these moments pass

Without silence

As something moves

Through feelings

Struggling to talk

But still and quiet

Long enough

For the wind moving between us

To translate something about love

And the desire to be closer

Without giving up

Permitting what breezes can do

To carry beauty

Across landscapes and oceans

Stretched far and wide

Long enough

To let nothing lapse through time

Allowing everything to be felt

No matter where we are

How we end up

Or what becomes of out lives

–

Where Am I to Go?

Where am I to go?

Nowhere

Left at hand

To be broken past

And behind

A thousand words spoken;

They may never catch up

They’re moving fast

But remain out of sight

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You Stir My Unconscious

You stir my unconscious

With a whisper

To a sound

Through a pulse

To the rhythm

Of a thousand tree tops

Swaying in the wind

Moving to the life

Of a once being calm

And always breathing moment

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To Do

In all this

Is there nothing but a yearn for more

A chance to appear

Out from behind

A roosted corners hole,

To fall from skies

And be buried again

Only to pause and mourn

A deft and fleeting soul?

–

When I Draw

I hesitate the line parcel

Because I’m not sure of what will come

Since I doubt the creative emergence

Of some creation that doubts itself

Ignoring me

But forgetting myself

And yet wanting to be created

Only having to break out

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My Inner Ocean

The ocean inside

Can never dissipate

But still by chance

At times to calm

It rests

Only to stir again

And rage tempestuously

Filling and never un-filling

Forever

Through a myriad

And everlasting life

Reborn to the upmost movements

That no never gone

And knows not a thing

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Making Love

The sides

And perspectives of love disintegrate

At the approach

To union in kind

Where the felt and feeling

The dealt and giving heart

Bellows without a being

The way the universe as a whole

Gives itself up

In order to be

The Universe as such

–

My Emotions

I am determined to look closely

And see

But this pond of water muddled

Isn’t clear

Since I can’t seem to see the bottom –

For all I know

There is none

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The Light That Light Displaced

You are the light that light displaced

A star ever bright

And sent away

Since what is space

Without the night?

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Coda

When one final kiss is never enough;

When the last word never comes;

When you know that no matter what you do,

Or what you say

No matter how many more times you kiss her

Or in the ways you touch her

Or with what glances you try to content yourself

She will be standing there as the girl

Whose side you never want to leave

Then you know…

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