Heart for hearts
Your heart
Is not required to
But really ought to have
Its own heart for the broken
For those lost and unknown
For they are yours
And in your company
Just as much as you are your own
And someday, perhaps
You will be there also
Be it old, or hurt, or forgotten, or alone
Do not think you are immune to such things
Do not worship that which you currently own
Because nothing lasts be it good or bad
Thoughts, unending waves
Even the ocean waves
Though precarious in nature
Take their breaks from breaking
Reserve some time for unwaking
And sleep in a subtle
Surface tension leaden peace
Which can only be described
As unbroken
And so also my own mind ought to be
A settled globe
We live this life
In a snow globe, my dear
And when the world shakes our universe
Into a chaotic existence of white
I am thankful for these grounded feet
Which were certainly designed
For this us, this ours
For surely as this globe exists
So this snow is the same
And glass is glass
And we settle still
Before (soon)
My darling
I've been trying to determine
How to say this, best
Having since whispered to you
And enjoyed your whispering back
That we each to the other
Would prefer to be kept
And so I now must say
And with joy can attest
To your "wanting to be kept"
(On that Monday afternoon)
That I most happily felt
And am excited to invest
In us
My darling
Soon!
Saria
Where the Rooster crows
You walked into my life
At a coffee bar
Making your presence known
Like a morning venti
Like caffeine just before a run
And I
With arms opened wide
Embraced your warmth for the first time
And with those warming smiles
Bright as new days dawning sun
No longer was my heart undone
Instead with ours
This loving patience tied anew
And with grace
Continually given and renewed
We about turn and face one another
Asking only this
Will you?
Forever remeber this place?
With me
For a second time, would you please?
Saria
Bouncing
Humanity is a ball
Bouncing up and down
And rolling round
And wishing for slanted walls
To launch high in the sky
Be it to wonder or grow
How we all focus more and more and more
On the bouncing of out
Of the rolling of around
On the wishing to go
In some ways, higher than ever before
How we bound and bound
Like a ball bouncing round
Your feet were meant to walk, my friend
Sometimes a choice
Or none
Are the same
Sometimes God looks to you
Not to establish truth
But to live it out
And it's in the stepping (forward
Which we then move
Be it onward or back
Any movement requires you to move
Saria, tanka, expression
Who among us can
Express that which is most true
In just a moment
Or a single verse detailed
Such a universe is vast
How to time
A clock you envy is a secret evil
Something we humans tend to worship and wish
For more and more
Of a good thing until
We drown
In a pointless existence
We suffocate unknowingly
In an overexpanded reception
Of this "gift"
The one which hunans call time
A listeners tanka (trees)
The best listeners
Are both rooted and yet free
Living all round me
Looking down and up as seeds
And so are these still the trees
A minds escape
Focus not
On that which mind
Demands and begs
To be close to forever
But instead, in kind
Teach only the safest distance of known
Let only your heart pre-establish a home
Which will lead you to roam
Onward and forever
For life is too short for obsessive things
When there's woods and wilds
And clouds and rivers
And new thoughts waiting for you by streams
A ring for my white rose
It glows
Like a sunset rose
With veins illuminated
Like zebrina leaves
Its image curls
And weaves it way into my memory
Like a summer breeze
And for better or worse
Or gold or pewter
I hope it is yours indefinitely
Saria
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