I, and, end with you
I give you all that I can give
I want you more than ere before
I wish for things as days are long
I write imply of what's in store
And with this nothing something new
And here is rests its head again
And with a beating heart embued
And its colorful hope of our in end
I am an and with you
Saria
Your sensory smell
Your smell is like no season
Though the storms of spring
And the sunshine of summer
Both envy you
Just as winter wishes
That its snow were as soft as your skin
And fall complains most vocally that
Its leave cannot be as peacefully free
As your hair in the wind
How all of these times and seasons do wish
That they had
The naturally light aroma of your fragrant skin
But they don't, Saria
Its only you who do
And to me have ever been
Amazed in sense
Saria
Atop a sunset gondola
With glow and shining hue
Above this lake of calm
My settled un is nowhere through
My heart instead abreast for you
Beats faster now than thoughts can mind
Or voice can speak this tongue untied
How I wish to know that you feel the same
And that our minds together once again
In this super specific way are
Entwined
Take away my nerves
And this twisted stomach of mine
My girl of mine
And say that you feel the same in kind
Saria
Our memories a tanka soaked
Memory shakes me
And stirs oceans beneath me
Into churning mind
And soaks through my heart anew
In a dew unseen before
Saria
Wishing for today back then
Originally I
Was unsure if you understood
How badly my heart
Wanted to be in sync with yours
To beat beside until skin was one
And our minds had questions
About the other no more
How I wished back then
To know what I do know now
And had also the linguistic presence of how
To speak it clearly and still
But now
Having heard it at last
Are our feelings been shared
Proudly and aloud
I'm ecstatic at the sight
And at these whispering sounds
Saria
My Lungs Find A Home
In the presence (of)
Such a breath to be breathed (in)
My lungs find (a home)
Saria
Of irritation and sunlight
It pricks like a needle
Bounces off like a fly
And stabs like a torn
Once grabbed in a gardners passing by
It's an irritants which
I cannot shake free of
Like a sunburn etched deep
In my once young summer mind
How you know not how
Such a method does grate
How a simple phrasing of the sun
Does blind
I'll let go I let go
And release this squinting sight
Knowing that all I can do now
As myself is be light
Sometimes sunshine can be awfully bright
An author is
An author is
One who takes us away
Either having earned our trust
Or the trust of another who recommends
That here is a way to be free
Of even freedom indeed
On a vacation within vacation
Authors are those we look to
To take us away
Young and rash
A youthful move
Either looks too much
Or not even one way
On a street of danger
For youth either wants tomorrow today
Or tomorrow never
And with no (known) particular way
To bring about either
This is their plight
Their most youthful way
And it is terribly fun
And annoying all the same
To be young
A tanka about us
If there's one thing I
Have since learned in this secret
Quiet peace of mind
It's that I value this us
More than any someone new
Saria
Happiness Un
I'm convinced
That I could do everything right
Slay every dragon in the sky
Have my own way for days
Never be crossed in love
Win the lottery twice
Sow forests
Build houses
Write with words more towering than heights
And yet still
After all of this activeness or life
Find something in my mind
To be discontented with
Because this
This
Is a human life
And to be less than satisfied is almost a prerequisite
For beathing and waiting
For watching water slowly heat
And northern seasons turn to ice
It is inevitable I find
Expecting songs to carry weight
These old songs used to know
And hear the sounds
Which my heartbeat emitted
Which my minds eye saw
And my tongue rolled around
In full on love with the lost
In bright eyes with the dream
When now instead I awake
And in looking out
See
How things really and God meant to be
Its beautiful to be awake
Windows and binding
If you wish for books
And big windows
And freedom
For long enough
And strong enough
You may one day find
That the wish was more
About what you were then
As compared to your taste now
Which is more
Shall we say... refined
Big windows are for looking inwards
Apparently
Dreaming of a tanka
What comes after this
A dream into waking now
Is where sleepless ends
And waking spirits rise up
To wrap reality round
Perceived Danger
It's a dangerous thing
When you perceive that
Nothing is going well in your life
For escapism is real
And really not where you wish to be
Or not be
This perception isn't everything
If anything its nothing
Yet we still feel it
From time to time
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?