Who are you?
What is your sound/vision?
What guides your call?
Deep gulps of morning coffee
Flickering sounds
An empty wall
With little splash marks
Years of service gone by.
This pen fades
The more I write,
Like fallen leaves
Into enrichened soil
Rhythms have lost my voice
Telling me of better days.
What is your weather?
So delicate and sure
Sentinal of harvest.
What once glowed gold
Now delicately so tender,
Brown and wilted;
Seeds like rain
Fall from your mane
In one breath of wind
Shaken your stand.
Of all the ancient history
Stored in your very seed,
How does each season
Keep bringing you to me?
So that our fields can grow
Yellow in the fond sun,
So that our vase can be
Filled up with royal thee.
I wish for you to empty out
Each basket holding you back
So that the path from you to me
Could speedily find you at.
Not tangled like a natures saunter;
Not alarming like a highway;
Tender like a flower garden
A single track runs through
Worn raw to expose the soil
Frequent use and travel;
A favourite tree along the way
Picked and always greeted;
A bush that stands so proud and full
For one sweet season of the sun;
And at last the view of me to you
A happy moment dearly awaited
Greeting from an open door
Opened at my very soul.
My mind has become jagged
A Cliff with one soaring Eagle
Circling around and around
Just beyond eyesight.
Little plants grow here
Barely hanging onto life
Grasping what little Soil
Has fallen between the Rocks.
Barely does a Thought stay
For it’s brother begs attention
Ruthlessly asking for my step
Dare I not pass his way.
So here I step gingerly
Trepid and disoriented
Glancing above me, evermore
Dare I lose a thought.
Compression is an alibi;
Dense earth puddling
And flowers suffering
For there is no space to grow
Until Worm makes its way
Casting its gold
Into trueness of soil
With no damage plan
Becoming the end of the road.
What windows open up my mind
To whom I speak so soft?
What vision is, I cannot say..
For laughter washes all
Into a valley of design,
Making each symbol remain the same.
Seeds of which photosynthesize,
Cracks amidst the soil,
Teeth so eagerly chattering,
Rain so vibrantly,
Gaia, she knows all secret things
Our eyes are not our only sense
Oh Joy! Oh Life!
Cometh my way.
When the wind blew at my door
There I was standing tall
I saw the drifts of snow gather
I heard the poplars clack together
And deep within my cooling heart
I heard a groan so vivid
It symbolized the burden laid
At the foot of my days toil
It symbolized ice cold water
Gathered at the stream
And every step upon
Frozen soil with a cold shovel
It symbolized the sweat that broke
Each sinew in my back
To which I closed my eyes tightly
Forehead resting on the window
Wind blowing at my door
Slippery slopes
Drag my heart
To a place I cannot return
A valley so full
Vibrantly
Shooting up with growth
Where wild beasts roar
Soft grasses blow
Precious flowers
Emerge from every inch of soil
And naked she stands
Before minds eye
Heavenly traced
And here I stay.
Oh deepest temptation
How you flirt with my soil
A thought of thaw, a hint of melt,
A sense of return to summers belt
But then a day so far away
Seems the Spring that once did hint
Now a freeze, frosty fence
Covering the land, so white.
Yet in my eager gait
I sense all soon to blossom
And maybe, too, I spy
A bird been gone a while.
Let me love you like I can
Hand full on at a time
To let me find you in the sky
Driving for between your thighs
Fast is the main emotion
That hits me straight on in the heart
Where you often spend your days
Driving through my fertile soil
Let me love you like I can
For every day I lay awake
Fevering with a full desire
To hold a nightlight to your fire
With the arrow of my vision
Feel these flung straight on to you
I have but one main ambition
Baby I’m on to this fruition