Ozone

While wishing wishes
And chasing sleep
On hikes to ridges
With oaths we keep 

The first promise dance
And Aft’ Party
With sand surrounding
On thrills at sea

Rememb’ring shared breaths 
While leaking tears
Just offer your hand 
All through the years

Cover Me

Oh to be
The skin exposed 
Near cashmere coverings

Its defiant dare
Can draw the stare
And tempt the mind of things

But that which waits
Beneath the warmth
And silently bids “come”

Is the skin 
I wish to wear;
For whose dream-er I drum

Good Traveller

I know a mantra or maybe a motto
Said in silence or sometimes aloud
Reminding what’s real and what isn’t whose

Sad at the start
The center convicting
By the end nothing’s certain except that all’s OK 

Then begins the search for the voice that sounds the same as the one that I’d warned ought be a good traveller

And it becomes clear

It’s been there for some time on errands and visits and telling it’s truths and the truth

Now what say you voice of what’s real and what’s whose and is all in truth OK?