An ask of her
My imagination runs
Not wild but away
From the very thought
The possible mind
Of being set away from you
Please say never with mine
My Saria
A job, commitment
No sprinter can run an entire day
No foot is flat on the earth asleep
These beautiful places we humans create
Will last no longer than
Neither the runner nor his or her hearting beat
Take time to rest
And you will be
There ia no sense in too much running free
Chest to chest
Your heartbeat
Close to mine
Heats my morning dew to steam
And reflects on my face a most subtle shine
As close as grass and budding leaves
As near as tomorrow has ever seemed
With breath like breeze and feelings tall
As tsuga mertensiana hemlock trees
With heat my hands
Press shapes on your back
And my mind is otherwise
And most happily inclined
To think of you
And how your love does last
And how your heartbeat closes in
On my own ever beating fast
You are at last, mine
Saria
A tanka for you, tomorrow
You are not a storm
My natures daughter of hope
No, instead you are
Like moss and flower and oak
With roots deep I'd like to know
Saria
Admiration
Your trees-trees are taller yet
Than any building built
Or any leaning shack
Or rolling home
Or structure known to man alone
Your trees I see
Are as firm and solidly set
As stones
And I am galvanizes
Enamored
To be by such known
Saria
Surroundings
Pain grips behind my lip
The crickets sing you near as if
A screen between this darkness and me
With night painted nail and fingertip
These are the sights and shaded scenes
Which my eyes know but did never list
Until perhaps my heart did ask
That if you'd like to see this this
And now you have
Kneeling Seventy Three
Seventy three
Days away from this
These things this place
Which more than ever now
I wish to be
How I wait now for
That which I know and know not
And more and more
Wish for it got
Itself up and on with it
My knee awaits
Saria
Now spinning west
East east
We spin and spin
And travel still
Yet never still
Untill one day
Untill untill
The west begins
And we are filled
Our hearts by one another
Saria
A tanka of thought
Give me silence please
After all the spoken thoughts
Are dead like brown leaves
And have fallen cleanly
From the tree of overthought
Wait not for time
If time waits for no man
Nor tree for rain
Or sky to shine
Though clear and honest eyes
If looks are lives
And waters deep
Reflect and burn like kerosene
On surface sheen
Then leaves will grow
And fall and flow
Like decisions cast
As rocks below
And so
If then
No man should stand
Or wait for time unknown
Dislike the still
My lungs
Love to run
With a voracious fire
And my feet
In perfect agreement
Dislike the stillness
Of not moving
At least at some speed
Forward
Like good wayer
I've yet to learn
Such a thing as stagnant
Life, building, a tanka
What comes after this
The building of the seen dream
Most true and truly
Full of life and vision sky
Embodied in walls alive
The warrior
I just want you to know
That for a few years there
I truly gave it my all
And my all to it fully
In the wind
I was song and dance
I was sword and spear
I was strength beneath the sun
And for moments of bliss
I knew neither self nor fear
With no awareness of tomorrow or self
I was
Most fully
I was
A forest of princess pine
Once you've walked in the woods
Amongst the evergreen and princess pine
Your feet will never again understand
Why concrete is so cold
And blacktop wears so much and scrapes
On mind, and body, and lovers soul
Saria
A truly unique
Disgrace has a name
A face, a voice
And the greatest shame would be
Not to have to see
Or to ever have to hear (again)
But to keep your own face
When all about you are losing theirs
To the same disgrace