With only you
The other night I thought to myself
How wonderful it has been to be
With only you
And to be away from a world of revolving screens
Where noone but me
Knows what they want
Except you in regards to me
(:
Saria
Sometimes you shine, most beautifully
All the words ever sent your way
In a descriptive manner
My Saria found
Represent you yes
But are more than just that
They are the reflections of God
Which you and I both find resound
Your beauty is
Not your own so I find
My sweet embodied reflective garden sprite
It is memory and poignance and time and light
And your innermost being
As I've seen how it shines
And I love it
Saria
A cafe tanka
Bitter coffee is
Not a sign of purity
But rather remains
A sign of time and brown heat
Bublbling over till unend
Words on the shelf
What uninspired words of man
Could possibly evoke
A lasting change in me
None of these
There are none on that shelf
Which I currently see
Even the ones I once loved
For they are all just memories
Instead I find that its in faith
That its reflection within
Which makes the word most specific
And makes me relive it again
The Vision Of
I'm am called to speak
To offer myself
To embody to be
To lead
Only towards that which is Christ
And that which I always expect the vision to be
A place of true comfort and contentment and trust
I walk in that direction
Just because it must be
Always
With a glance at her eyes
I feel as it
I was floating at sea
Looking out only
Into the abyss of blue
When really all I needed to do
Was turn around and paddle with trust
Into you
My island of shattered green
Your eyes are more stunning than anything I could've ever imagined before
Saria
I am I will
The day I let myself be
After what I've already perceived
As a failue of being
On that day I will be someone else
Devoid of thought
And afraid of not feeling
On the day which I let myself finally be
I am I will
As I have never yet been
Free
Reflection in water
My half-moon heart
Shines less brightly without
The smell of your hair in my senses
The shape of your water in my riverbed
Saria
To myself
I need not
I fear not
I worry not
Bout being there
Where I should be
Has ever been
Where I am meant
I need no more
My time will come
As turns the earth
This newness now
Unborn will be
Until in bursting
My day is forth
I'll fear no missing such
Excluded need
You couldn't possibly understand
The old me I don't need
Without me in Bold
My heart hurts most
When I see the life of living
Without me in bold
I've always had this love hate for time
But since you arrived
I never want to let a moment of you go
Without you
Now more than ever
I no longer wish to grow old
Not for an instant apart
Saria
Desire of
It took years
For ambition to catch
Me by the ankle
And pull me out
Of my mother freedom
From responsibility
And yet
How I want
More than ever now to say
That a building is mine
And that I am that which makes
Not useless things
But new men out of old
And true legacy of something
Out of broken misfit nothings
My desire is this
In passing
No and yes
Do I wonder where you are?
No
Do I wish you well and far away?
Yes
Very much so
You are not the only one who goes
Or should
Houses homes tankas
My heart is neither
Meant for slums nor bright stained glass
For brick and mortar
Unintelligently placed
My homeface will outlast
When the day falls
Fear not
Even when the day falls
Where the mountains come
Walking down the hills of their siblings
For the end is good
And no good review would remain such
If the dream did not wake
If the day did not fade
And if you did not go
For we are all just awaiting
Either one coming or going of home
Maranatha
Self unawares
My optimism is such
So easily for others
That I leave myself behind
And never tell anyone
That I was lost all along
Am I really free?
A swing
We men know an unbalanced thing
When a ladder isnt going to crash
And the kind of jumping rope
From which you swing
And we see it all the time
From around the age of five
Until the day we die
We know pie before its even pie
Because as men we were born to taste
Either one or all of all the baked things
I say this now because I see the swing
Endless burn
A man can burn only so much
Before hes five dollars worth of ash
And noone can tell him to stop lighting matches
Such a flame is a choice
And to be managed as such
Since incineration is such a very personal thing
And as for me
I always strike
I must
This obseasive mind is awful sometimes