Do you hold
Keys to remember?
Rush of water…
And lost it is,
All on me.
I don’t want you to remember me
When you see daylight searching
Over twilight’s shoulder,
I want birds to scream bloody murder
Through their washed out faces
Long callused like knots
Grown out from tree trunks.
I want you to document my every step
That lives deep in the mud
Like you would document a nightmare
Scared of even breathing
For danger it would incite the demon
You most feared.
I don’t want you to remember me
For in your memory, icy cold
Shall rest my name, sworn.
There are diamonds
That glow amber
And your eyes
That shine brighter
In the night sky
I’m looking at.
Big old pine trees
That tell of ancient
For a lost fish
Out at sea
Shakes each stone
By my feet.
Do you remember
How far the sun goes
Before it falls behind
That yonder hill
Take me over
To the pasture
I know no other
I am gone in the order of gratitude
Baked cookies and a overflowing milkshake
Beans for supper but hold the pudding
I’m watching the stars go around again
But Polaris makes me spin around
This collaboration expanding in an exhaust of pain
For a two letter word in a five tree forest
Begun the path, no return
Running silently I empty each bag
Carried for so long, straps begun worn
And something thus calls me, standing I’m alert
Hollering and hollering, Thusurathar
Name me again, gratitude remains.
These trees have begun to speak in many languages
To my ears that are listening to silence.
Each time Orion shines, Owl begs for a lover
While my tears dry upon my cheek
– Sap dries upon each tree’s wound,
For no wound is too deep to heal
– Though frost strikes into depths I cannot feel anymore.
Dog enjoys this silence, he hears it all
He hears what I cannot hear
Though my eyes they fight fire with his.
I leave my footsteps alone
And find a new way home, trees lead me there.
This treeline I never made yet live upon every day
Grows against my territory like Winter against Fall,
I have not become used to it
Eagerly entering into the darkened shire
With my heart freely beating against my lips
That keep pace with a dog, yet fearless
And listening to trees lead the way.
I’m not quite a random act
A symbol of sympathy
I’m a golden act of courage
And don’t race me a while
For the band-aids and bloodsuckers
Have strangled me again
No release for the vein, man,
So slap the twitch up
Loosening that grip
With a flag for the lost mission
As it’s winding down
Mirth and a jolly laugh
Round the bush and a damn big tree
Giving me a tickle
As release in elevation
So I sank.
Written amongst trees
Were love letters
Spoken in crevices
Former bud joints.
Written in dried grass
Fallen and blown flat
Mounding and rumpled
Distances still remained.
Written in birds
Soaring up high
Flying in pattern
Collecting in unisen.
Written in biting wind
Words whispered as grace
Heart pointed fleece
Blessed for disguise.
Written in flowing water
Cursing of thy veins
Flowering of all life
Love found in Spring.
The thermometer reads -20°C
Just outside the door
I watch sunlight filter through.
Clear skies at such temperatures
Steam from my breath.
The dog still has all his energy
But my fingertips exposed
Rapidly induce the fear of frostbite
Tingling away in an odd sensation
One knows better than to ignore.
The trees cackle at the wind,
No leaves left to protect,
And snow crunches loudly under foot
As one trods across
The slippery, frozen ‘stead.
Your heart surely has emerged
Red, brown, orange seeds and grass
Each tree within the meadow glows
Floating on so merrily
Out in front of me.
Just as I can float away
Happily upon a thought of day
Your vision emerges out of mind
A lofty plan ahead, awaits.
Each growing breath of air
Sent from a new direction – North
Blows with it’s reminder to
Tuck away scattered growth
Inevitability of coming Autumn
I’ll prepare for your impending store.