nowhere —
each day starts here,
wind has taken the past,
which falls grain by grain like morning
snowflakes
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nowhere —
each day starts here,
wind has taken the past,
which falls grain by grain like morning
snowflakes
snowflakes
fall drop by drop
smiling at life's frailty
heat from a little sunshine pops
them off
them off
my sweater vest,
burrs and bugs and bracken,
so I can be presentable
at school
at school
there is no room
for expansion of mind
and spirit without breaking down
the walls
the Walls,
they welcome I
burden of I return.
Grit, where all soul begins - the Womb
lost Son
Lost Son
One of a kind
listing along his life.
Does he know he's loved, does he know
he's missed?
he's missed?
perhaps by some
when did he go, and where
maybe he'll come back and tell me
he's gone
he's gone,
eyes no longer
there, cooled in memory
as metal sunk from the forge in
water
water
every where I
see but nothing to quench
my thirst in a desert full of
Mirage !
mirage,
leaves twisting from
clear eyesight, streams funneled
shifting above the desert sand
in waves
in waves
move time and space
wave after wave they move
until they become one and all
with God
with God
all possible
she, for you, ne'er against
kiss her sandals, place them aside
delight
delight
gives not the kiss
mind does not give you love
there is something spontaneous
you share
you share,
i share with you
what does it really mean?
it's giving us deliverance,
with love
with love
I chasten my
beautiful ideals to
consort with time-honored standards
redeemed