To the breeze bound only in graphite
Who and where you are has become lost to me,
leaves separated from the branch and toward the ground we fell.
Still lamenting is a pastime that catches one un-aware
and is sometimes difficult or impossible to prepare for.
Doublespeak is parting in it's lack of substance, it's lack of a weighted situation
where one might feel change. But it comes to me now as pain, that I don't know who you are.
Especially when I think about how much love I had for the person you let me know.
To the breeze bound formally in red sneakers
When and how you'll go was never mine to see
but I've felt your strength like the ocean,
you know better than I that your very capable.
There are few things I'd be surprised to hear you had accomplished
you are strong in the wind, your climental energy's stretch deep.
so deep that I can feel the rills pulse within a quarter light year around you.
Like distant light on the approaching horizon.
I know you don't think artists are different, at least not the way I do.
Mabey we both know something about aura's
To the breeze bound pages toward the wind
drifting in and out of shadow as we all will slid between our persona's
First of my lighter one's would like to talk with the last of your darker one's…
you know candles don't last forever the way stars seem to
the void burning smoother than the damp air
Somewhere between the two
we are finite and absolute
and I remember what a long trip it was to Ireland
to the bow of a ferry for Victoria Island
the rubbling Smooth-swept Eastern iornwrought city's
in and around the hillsides where I met nature
to everywhere that ever felt safe
To one I love who is not my lover
Without advice we arrive at ourselves
decisionless our connections are formed
time will not wait anymore than one heart would
in the sweeping movements of the wind
Nothing that is empty has ever grown or surfaced
as the rain has culled us with acorns & seedpods
Still I remember making you a promise
that my dreams do not intend to let me forget
there is a temple beside a banzai tree
Where I've left my soul to stay
No one will ever be denied entrance
that was admitted before