None ebony plan
Do you have for where I ache
Sing me then to sleep
Actual Expedition
Would you ever spend
A silent day
A quiet day, where we only look, not speak
Where all that we see
Could have its way
And any way, I prefer you to people, I think
Dustless Dirt Road
Somewhere a polished garnet -an anchor- has dropped
And it is dark and I cannot find it to lift it to continue on
If Any have known of these things then let Them too know this
It is as I have said: I love you for all of these lifetimes I’m given
Harken back to today and I wish
I wish you would stand, for I am leaving the table
I wish you would find me at my secret spot and whisper to me the secret joke on Earth that it is
I wish you would tell me I’m pretty to my eyes
I wish you would bring me all the flowers and I don’t care if they’re cut or holding tight to their roots and will muddy my hands
I wish after all this time you would not need a condition in order
In order to say my name
For all of This Life I’ve wished but I do no longer wish
For what you do not know or see or want or would want to know or see
Tomorrow, with daylight, my Rock and Tether I will find and hoist and I will trust
I will trust you to tell Them I love Them and the way They love you
or Bust
Something different with the heart
Cut and without borders
Snowflake-like to allow a freedom to breathe
Okayness to flow as it wills
Crackers, bananas
See sweet sugar chocolate replaced
The good-will of green with sunset orange
Red -May we see red not again
All Better: A Haiku
Flowers I promise
Because you hold them so dear
Flowers I promise
One: A Haiku
I want our alone
Damn it how you talk to me
As if I were yours
wish: a haiku
i’m wasting a wish
but it feels worth it to me
i wish you nearer
Finally At Last
I’d give much, save the sun
To watch what he’d have said -what he did say-
About all this
And where he looked when he said it.
What thoughts too, do the others share from the bottom of their dear hearts
-would you ever share them with me?
You. What about you?
Sit down, slap the ground and bid me come near.
What do you need me to know?
Saturday, March 26, 2016: A Haiku
A screaming Eagle
Has made this life most perfect
It’s not what I saw
Silk Trek
Who longs, as the finest silk ought
To leave go all the soft-touch
To join the rugged from the far-reaches of the closet
To assume the trudge daily through crystal-cold streams
A bandera, of sorts
Rambling top speed, East to West, then Eastward again, down an unattended-to thoroughfare
The most subtle of beacons guiding the eager to new heights
Then, after God-willed extra innings
To be the edges of the seat, rounding third wide, photo finish, face first slide into home