Words fall
Like rain
Down a page
Down a street
Some crumple
Some fall apart
Some take root and grow
Yet words fall
All the same
Words fall
Like rain
Down a page
Down a street
Some crumple
Some fall apart
Some take root and grow
Yet words fall
All the same
Let’s come back as trees
Strong
Quiet
Regal
Roots intertwined
Branches entangled
Holding to one another
For an age
I love no silence more
Than silence with you
Sit by me in the dappled sunshine
Beneath the bright green leaves
Whisper in my ear of love and lust and simple things
That I would hear
Look with me over the edge
Past the tall naked trees
Past the well-kempt lawns
Past the gardens of flowers
And foods
Look with me over the edge
Past the garish floodlamps
Past the overwrought buildings
Past the roads to everywhere
And nowhere
Look with me over the edge
Where something yet unheard
Where something yet unseen
Where something yet unknown
And wondrous
Waits
The springtime blossoms comfort me
Speak to me
Of life
Sing to me
Of brighter times
Ever I hear man’s song
Brash
Bright
Undaunted
And wish I could hear
The symphony behind it
The one that rings
In the trees
In the rivers
In the clouds
The one given
And not contrived
If I can choose what awaits me
A quiet country
A soft blue sky
Wind in the trees
If I can choose what awaits me
Birds chirping
Flowers blooming
Loved ones near
If I can choose what awaits me
Peace
Closeness
Simplicity
If I can choose what awaits me
Why should I await it?
If I could choose again
I would choose the same
Alas for me
That I circle so
In my mind’s recesses
Alas for me
That I trundle on
When I could stop and feel
Alas for me
That I wait
For what may never come
Alas for me
That I die
In living for anything
But now