Feelings were rain
Dont run from rain
Or catch me in it too much
For fear of shrinking this inseam of mine
I dance to dance
Look up to see
And smile back at both cloud and gas
As skies were never meant to be
More than vapor and fog
More than thoughts and hearts
No mover is without moving moved
But I am the eyes which will not last
Like weighted cloud stormy night
This feeling will fall and inevitably pass
Radiance, a tanka
I can't explain this
How it now feels to just see
You radiantly
Happy based on this subtle
Little smile of mine your way
Saria
A former least
A promise to self
Means so little to self
Or so it seems
In relationship to this follow-through
Failed
It is strange then I find
That I'm a flake to my own wishes
That I fail myself instantly
When in knowing memory
I choose not to remind
Why do I say that I ought to just try?
Should it not already be done?
Why?
Timeless Spent
I'm not afraid of wasting time
Or of waiting too long
No such thing exists
What painting is perfect
What brush would not wish
For another stroke of itself in color
No eye
I
Am a being most unaware of my own mortal bliss
How I wish and wish for either time or not
For either peace to be
Or that most precious opposite of thought
To tell me I am at peace would ruin it for me
Little Towns
The best thing you can do
For a dusty little
Or sleepy aging town
(In the north east)
Is write a novel there
And give the town all the credit
That's how you create loyalty
SariaHeart
I want to love you
Even more than
My own selfish mind
Loves itself
(Far too much of the time)
Saria
Fear not
What can the hand of man do to me?
Be it thrown in the sea
To be devoured by the leviathan
Or burried deep beneath the earth
Before my last breath shall pass
I rest
Knowing outcome and father alike
Because my soul burns like a flame
Atop an eternal candle alight
In a much higher place than the twinkling sky
And in a hall further mow than stars are alive
I smile
And know heavenly host and home alike
For what can they do?
Plenty to this hollow body
But nothing to me and mine and mind
Lesser Wishes
Sometimes a wish
Is no more true
Than an eternal day
No more reliable
Than a winters storm
On the outskirts of May
Though you may wish that a wish
Was indeed here to stay
Most loyal and true to truth
Moreoften than ought
A wish is just your wanting of being
Most anywhere which you are not
Currently
Young, old, and I
Young and old
But especially so
Have questions more important
Than anyone or else or thing
The old man sees this
And dies with answers
Having seen
The time slip by
Children are most anxious
To grow up and be
And in breathing to have
Lived their lives
But I
No old from living just the same
Know what its like to wait on children
Having once been questioned lame
My heart a few years ago
For days I did not rustle
And was without
And then suddenly
Like a breeze
This beautiful sprite
Walked into my arms
Breathed spring into me
And I grew again
As I once had done
Tall into the sky
To new heights unknown
In a sky wholly your own
Your passion is a glowing sun
In a sky only I have seen
And in warming burn not
Too hot for me
But in coaxing draws out
All of the colding frowns and former anxieties
Saria
A painted view
The way God paints the sky
With his subconscious mind
Each day without either care or concern
Across the canvas of eyes
No less impressive then
Is the humanness of this
The way your care and concern
For the future grows in growth
Governed by the injust and justice
Colors a picture more brightly of you
Than of any morning hue
My camera eyes have ever seen in the sky
How you care I do not
But I love the sight all the same
How you live I know not
Though I am happy you do
Saria
Something I’ve Learned
Ideas can be
Such wild and dangerous things
When not tempered with Why
When not vetted with Should
And when given to children
Before they believed
Even in themselves that they could
Dream your own dreams, son
Noone elses you should
It's not worth it
Some, Time
Some,
In drowing for the lack thereof
Either need it or hate it
So very much so,
That the very blood in their veins is not enough
And others,
On park benches
Without a care in the world
Dance, knowing freedom
As a closer friend than any human
As for me I don't know
Though I know I need to dance more
Time
Falling back to earth
Names and buildings
Rise up for just moments
In the eyes of the creator
Our years are not years
But baked clay stacked lowed
Above homedirt to which
All of these surfaces
Must ultimately go
Inconsequential is the word
This day
Mirroring, a tanka
Try as you may try
With intentionality
Until the bluest
Of skies and eyes are found
Looking back as a blessing