Your heart beat upon mine, so, That left me listening; A window opened for my depth. Here, I tarried at this sweetest scent Making you the only known As I witnessed an orchid open into bloom I held my hand so strong Against the sweetness on my tongue And rhythm abreast my chest.
Yellow coals burn in my ancient fire Radiating my self into night For I cometh for no depth No talisman – slender I come for the full weight Of each choice I’ve ever met. So I’m left here spinning Middle of the square, Conscious of my coals In the hands of each soul My remission dares to re-enter.
I don’t want to forget you, my little man Though I know time will ease What harsh corners left your wake. I see your bounce, Your lovely heart, Your ever curious nudge Jumping at my dangling hand Across the yard in little chatter As day awakes and starts again. Your nose was really ever curious, I watched you learn it’s newness Opening for you an abundance Across the fields you searched. Our forest was quiet this morning Moreso than ever before No Ruu to keep me safe From distant thumping of a small grouse Crashing as you made your way From one to another I could not see. The dam I use to cross the creek I remember the first time You fought your fear and jumped with me! How excited you were from thenceforth To cross across and back again, You’d run around and back and forth Bounding with the joy of life. Your presence brought us all alive, Not a feat to misunderstand, For since the day we found each other The farm was changed: Day’s toil was full of a scamp Day’s end was full of a laughs Day’s start was full of curious. And today, Ruu, I miss all of you For it was you who was so true And tomorrow, I’ll miss you then For your work was just beginning We had plans for which you were the Keystone, Friends for which you were the leader, In short, a homestead For which you were the center. Goodbye dear Ruunikakonikakovski You live in my heart Though you are now free.
So I awoke And the lines that had drawn my face Began to swirl and dip Which brought me to my knees Where I prayed I could not feel; Memories forgotten. So, too, shall I drown again, My dust fading away Daring each little pin prick To surface as a rash That rattles my skin From the very bones that keep it here. This was no dream, I reminded myself, I was not reminiscing, There were two clocks Slowly ticking as they always had ticked Slightly out of time And pressure built Within my cell walls To continue to breathe As Patience had taken me here Against my own will And against my respite.
I shall not live in a desert; My barren land doth not make clear, Nor doth skies hold down tears. No, abyss joins the delicate dance Of wildflowers and hills Vibrantly flowing down antelope runaways And into the heart of my soul That casts away tumbleweeds Fearlessly, with purification Given freely by water – Plentiful and valuable elexir – Escaping the death do us part.
Marybelle how did you get over me? Long eyes of Sadness filled Sky full And Winds whispered my name So Sun could not be heard Tempted by Forgiveness. There were ten thousand soldiers Marching at Anger’s temperament Neigh a moment too late Though Fury hadst control Of thine very hand that drew thy sword, Thrashing at Ground’s dirt Succumbing to no mortal sin Lashing at no burdened beast, Anger held within. Dear Mary what cometh to thy lips When walking darkened Forest? Do raindrops find your angered brow Do your limbs reach out and yell? Or does each bird of song lay still Found pierced with your wicked spear Sunk for every breath of Love You whispered at my name.
I don’t know what piece of you wants to be free I’ve searched a while now A long walk through the forest And only tracks of wild animals show. Your mind has spoken But your heart stays back still Relentless and wandering You have yet to let go. I can open screen doors To hear the sweet lion roar, I can warp time inside flannel And forget about mountains I’ve left there, behind, But of your freedom -Your moment of truth, Where doth escape render; Ultimate faith Shall hold the reins For this wild beast.
Fewer things in life feel As good as sharp steel The power it beholds With energy in every fold. When the stone hits its mark Every burr and nick removed Ancient lines of pitted use Tell stories no one can refute To be used again ten thousand times Steel and tool combined.