A writers focus
Muses are muses
And saviors are saviors
And may you never confuse the two
I pray
New will not change who
New will not change who
Only peace will settle self
Into a new existence entirely
One without hard turns
Or prior sins
One in which you can finally be
The truest version of yourself
I need a change of focus
A stubborn painter
I pride myself on painting skies
Yet never want to touch a brush
When I'm outside
The irony is me
Dreams off command
Wishes are cheap
But dreams are at no man's command
No matter how much they try
And speak such commands into existence
They won't
Because you can't
A beautiful constant
Gray color peaks in
Through windows of Spring
Putting trees without leaves brown
And muddying streams until unknown
And I
Only wishing to see true color and then
Have to go to whichever room you are in
Just to see such lovely greens again
Not that I mind, mind you
My own mind will never complain of this truth
For all the slow bleeding colors of Spring
Cannot compare to the consistency of you
Saria
The return of time itself
Time is the weirdest bedfellow I find
And kick to the curb
On a daily basis
Yes, please
No matter how comfortable I get
Miss time will inevitably return
To untuck my sheets
Throw all the pillows into disarray
And leave windows open
On the downpouring days
What an unwelcome reminder
You are
That I cannot yet be
(Alseep)
Walls, a tanka
Walls are meant for more
Than just in or out or up
With you looking down
The walls are why we humans
Try so hard to build the sky
Between looks and thoughts
My nature is
Unbeknownst to even me
But I live
Somewhere inbetween
Quiet looks and sprinting thoughts
It's always some sort of race with me
Until suddenly
It is not
I can't explain it any better than that
I just am where I am
And as for the why
I try not to give it even a second thought
This is me
Was mine
Our pancakes, a tanka
Banana pancakes
Yours, in the morning sunlight
Drive my blueberry
Thoughts away without concern
For you are the sweet As Is
Saria
Dreams of this you
Dreams comes knocking
Like unwanted dinner guest to stay
And feast on time and rest
And seemingly on the nothingness
They snack and snack
Yet all the while they take
And take away
From this
The chance to dream
Of a much sweeter feast
Kicking them out post haste
My sweet
Saria
Your short beautiful breaths out
You breathe out
And I breathe out
With only six seas separating us
I can still feel your warmth
In voice and song
A short exalted breath of life
In compacts stroke
About half as mine is long
I can hear it still
I can feel it alive
Saria
WordsImperfect
Amidst the difficult things to say
And the quiet remnants of memory
The halls of hope behind walls of heart
Where stands an eternity passed
On and on by voice and grace
We commemorate
This
As
No thought was ever felt
By anyone else
At least in its entirety
Ever
Instead we pass on words imperfect
Themselves Alone And Yet Not
One day I awoke
And in the mirror looked
Seeing not just myself
But you as well
And with a smile we
Went about our days
As two halves can only be
Themselves
Saria
Colonies
We build and build
Like ants in the ground
We store up what we think
Are the treasures with which
We will always resound
When really our lives
Much like a carnival circus
Just spin and rotate back
Be it around and around
And the greatest treasure we'll find
Never actually can be found
For its by personal growth
And the pursuit which we are bound
Always build for those things beyond your own town
A State Brand
A brand is a shining light on your chest
Which says "I understand and am understood"
And the outward watcher looking in
Transforms eyer to buyer
Be it for bad or good
A brand is not always as it should
Yup
Well caffinated
Empty your stomach
And stir your mind
Drag a net through your subconscious
And you will find
More fish in less water
Than you knew you even had
And your hunger for thoughts
Will sustain you to glad
Create always
Be it good or bad
Create
Warm like morning sands
You settle into me
Like a morning sand
Battered not by the tide
But brought in
And I
Having walked it last night
When it was different and cold
Love you now and your warmthness more
Than any fleeting moonlit sight
Or lonesome song once sung out into the world
I was well past dusk
When you found me in morning
And for that I thank you
Saria
Beautiful lights in eyes and seasons
No color can account for feeling
Just as no season
Ever remembers the same
(time therein)
They just pass and pass by
Into colorful eyes
And watches and clocks
And days and nights
The old sunlight lives
To bounce itself
Off leaves, and stones, and Iriss
And all a smiling man can do
Is choose
To look and see
To smile and wish
(And the wish is for a longer hold on nothingness)