Grow (saturate)
I pray
Most fervently that
Such an understanding as ours
Never fades or falls away from form
Or evaporates like water from the falls
Into a desert storm
Or dries into a dreary valley
Of regret and regress and waterless ash
No
May our trees of faith
And trust and hope
Communicate more than the rustling leaves
Or felling of forestry ever did know
I love growing with you, Saria
Of this you know?
Saria
Unending wish
In all that I do
I wish not to fail
Or to fall pray to lesser things
Or even worse yet
To come remotely close to neglecting
Such a wonderful treasure as you are
And so I won’t
And hope and pray to not
Please dow't
How I wish to self
To remain the same
This impassioned me in name
For you
Saria
Your bright willingness
Your willingness to try, my girl
Is just one of the many reasons why
I find
You to be beyond all others
And the perfect mix
Of both poise and preparedness
In the eyes of mine
There is no other love I love
Not even the temptation for another like
Because I find
In you a bit of myself
Overwhelmingly thankful for whi
And the you which you are
And what you've modeled yourself also to be like
For we guys
Its like peering up the bright night sky
And praying that a star becomes a firelight
Just for us this one single time
And yet here you are
Bright and vibrant in my hands
And I, I am in awe of how you are so bright
Saria
This spark and warming fire
Your fire sparks me
So much so that I cannot help
But smile at the flame
And my not unwanting to burn also as well
But how do I say?
Of this I just know
That with you I will certainly
Continue to glow
Bright and burn as without burning
And so this is how
By our choice and choices we will go
Until someday when
All this smouldering will end
And appropriately
And abruptly
And most fortunately
For us both
So, Oh and oh
So until then
Will you warm me again?
Saria
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