When dark skies call

When the day ends

And wishes fail to being

Like a wall with clawmarks

Or a tree with carvings sad

So the hills will hills

And the mountians cry

Dark skies call

But I will not look up again

Your warm breath

Your breath echos

Warm

Like a crackling fog

Like a beautiful static

Like a shockwave of heat by a fire set free

As you blow on red coals in this mind of

Mine

How my ears beg to hear

And my muddied thought begs to be

Both warm and one and finally set free

How your breath echos warm and ignites this

Me

To float and buzz

Hear me now

Through every prior word

Ever spoken before

Like the migrating flowers

And pollenous bees

Which buzz like whispers

And beat their wings

Like the skiddish humming birds

Just as cicadas sing

And crickets call an orchestra to song

So do my wishes now float

Like natural notes

From the heart to tongue

And with cheer to your ears

So close to my own

May your heart evermore

Never beat alone

Saria

A Rolling Boulder

This movement of speed

And descrenment which rolls

Like a boulder I

Break free of old self

And tumble freely

To a falling new beneath

And yet in falling I

Know the value of pace

Of neither pushing nor pulling

Nor carving off that

Which is not in fact waste

And so I land at your feet

Wishing not to be picked

Or up chiseled and down

But to be set free to roll along with

How I am glad to see

That like me

You are also beside

Both in steadfastness

And a-round

Our lives as boulders

Very sound

The bird watcher

My grandfather knew a love of birds

For tiny beating wings

For miniature thumping hearts

For pulsing stem and pecking beak

And sunflower shells beneath small trees

He'd hum with humming birds alive

And rest with hooting owls at night

He'd turn the pages crisp and sharp

To remind of the chucker and the lark

He had no wings to fly as they

Or great puffs of plumage

Embossed and bold

He had no such physical sway

But my grandfather had

A humming lightness of heart

And a birds eye for things

From lifes first chirping start

His voice still hums with me today

Goodnight, Saria

I miss you
Like mid-day misses the dew
Like the opposite side of the moon
    Yearns for sunlight
Like a caged birds memory of what the sky is like
I can't wait to see you again, my darling
Goodnight

Saria

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

Quiet fog

Quiet fog

Whispers and drifts through damp trees

More slyly than these humans "be"

And I in watching

See now anew way

To flow and stay and saturate ways

With actions quiet as the fog

With growth as subtle as the trees

Through fog I see

And truly see

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

A meal

Melted lava

Yellow vein

This breath of red

Midst mountains spew

A lava like no other smells

And I in coldest winter fog and hue

Love both this sandwich and this soup

Yum

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

Clouded

There are far too many clouds in this sky

For anything resembling

A relevant thought

A tall drought of sunshine

There's no chance

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

An outcome

Its better to die unknown

Than to live as a known trope

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