I loved a maiden in the dark
She never asked my name
Though she cried out loud and clear
A bird she flew away
Goodnight says firefly
As darkness takes me away
Swallow wishes for me a star
Landing on my door
Tag: swallow
Apples (day 2538)
I dream of an apple that comes in many varieties
One so diverse it can only be spoken of in gutteral movements
So loud it can hardly be swallowed
And so vivacious that even clowns turn their heads and stare.
And when this apple has bent down low,
A bounty shall follow as nectar flow
Fruitful seeds spread in spring rains
Cracking open splendor of new mirth;
Of each crunchy bite
A heart of gold emerges
Pallette of sacred union
As a cider by the fire.
Summer Fun (day 1794)
Have you ever wondered if
The robins song
Was sung without a name
Or if the swallow called out
Alone
To see who could share some fun.
As I watch a butterfly
Waltz about the meadow
I wonder if it’s off somewhere
Or just strolling the neighborhood.
And would this bee
Just rather be
Alone in a little burrough,
Or soaking in the days last rays
Amidst summer’s everlasting sun.
Another Depth (day 887)
For if I should swallow whole
The misery I laid out clean
I would become lost again
Beginning all my life anew
For lost was I
While never biting
Never taking time to chew
And least of all
My mind gone sly
I miscalculated
Depths of skies
Dust Settles (day 877)
And the roofs came down
Inward, sinking
Swallowing everything whole
Begetting darkness
Stillness in silence
When the dust settles
Without (day 771)
Without words no man can swallow
Without ideas no man can think
Without legs no man can follow
Without heart no man can provide
Without hands no man can support
Without eyes no man can sympathize
Without toes no man can wade
Without fences no man can defend
Without green no man can spring
Without skin no man can feel
Without hair no man can mind
Without voice no man can speak
Without you no man can be free
Send Letters (day 419)
Give me memories that make me wish I wasn’t so far away
Swallow my soul into a bottle of translucent liquid marked fun
Crave something for which spaces only nurture
For which less distance can only satisfy
Purge my soul of all its desires that land on the outside
Make it swallow with those still in your nose kind of feelings
Make it curl toes and wrinkle backs into silent signs of joy
And send letters when the words escape you