Tutelage of Me

Gazing past you

Seeking solace in the wint’ry blue, that I might not be forced to look at you

Teacher
Distractor
Attempted diminisher

Before your tutelage of me, recall
Blank pages you were
Poor and lonely were you

Now, you’ve your green

What I was born with, you have stolen and will die with, you pray
But, we know what we know

As does God

Time Stealers

Thieving we were
Taking back, actually
All the sea had thieved from us

Putting away demanded perfection
This time
Substituting with the misshapen

Summer shoes gone now
We, walking away
Our crime ‘gainst the dark, to pray

Thermal 

I want the Spring to redeem me
The Lake to heal me

I want salvation for my soul
My heart rinsed and made whole

I want the wild, wild to steal me
The West to bring me home

I want this at any cost
I’ve a dime and a half lifetime to spend