Devour Exacts (day 1895)

Does heart devour time?
Does race my worried mind?
Does a crane out in the wind
Lean against what drives within?
And so I seek to look into
A window I’ve left unlocked
I’ve whispered secrets,
I’ve held soft hands
I’ve lost my heart to time.
But calling out my windy mane
Like a horse lost in run
I’ve become what cannot be tamed
My life exacts and spun.

Proper Amount of Loving (day 1890)

My proper amount of loving has holes in the sides
From windows to the sea to eyes of the sky
And when little birds come to see what all the commotion is about
A song will emanate so warmly
Soft hand will come out as a lover
To speak kind words in private
And let me know how simple life has all become
Since a proper amount of loving has been found in this world.

Benevolent Symbol (day 1887)

In the passages of my time
I am the benevolent symbol
Laid into seams that easily stretch
From nether regions of
An angry personage
To crispy green crunches
Of fresh Sunrise apples;
Delicate fingertips as I dance merrily
With sunbeams casting minute details
Into consciousness’ unrelenting path.

And if gods were ever here
It was an idle truth,
A crass gesture,
I’ve seen their footprints muddling midday shores
High tide, low tide
Stomping children’s little castles.

Come and get my open arms
My roots are in your hair
My hands are on your hips
My high is for your low
And I am feeling tongue tied.

This Shall Be the One (day 1883)

In all the battles I seek to shine
This shall be the one
This shall take my hand and glow
This shall be the one

In every corner I stare upon
This shall sway my voice
This shall be my saving grace
This shall sway my voice

In all the windows I look out from
This shall find my sun
This shall be my simple tree
This shall find my sun

Adore (day 1882)

Lover be my undying
Let my foot damp thy path
As sun still sets
My love will rest
Between all fancies your play
And in the morning when we wake again
Let’s hold all dreams some more
As whimsies take away delay
And floating is our route ahead
And to our nose shall always rouse
What heaven best can send

One Maiden (day 1881)

As night begins to caress my heart
Movement caries on and away
And I am left imagining tomorrow
With what’s left, always, of today.
Traffic signs and slow wind through
My every thought and maples
And so I go into the dark
One grave thought always away
And two accounts of loneliness
And one maiden, mine, unnamed.