Like sweetest honey
The air after a spring rain
Are your lips to me
Like sweetest honey
The air after a spring rain
Are your lips to me
Bright flashes all round
A swirling chaos
Of water
Of air
Leveling all in its wake
And in its center
A quiet, for a time
So often does the wind
Change its course
And I am forced to wonder:
Do I force through?
Tack west against nature?
Or do I follow?
Waiting is a curse
On the anticipating
One hard to shake off
So often I see the stars
And wonder at worlds above
What we could see
What we could find
If there, above it all
There is a world
For me
Then I remember
When I look in your eyes
That right before me
Is a world all my own
The soldier asked the pirate why
He plundered ‘long the coast
The pirate asked, “Why would you die
Defending those with most?”
The trees are yet green
The colors of earth yet light
I wish they’d redden
A quiet corner without noise
In which to nestle tight
Free from the hecticness of day
And like to solemn night
Why do the clouds crowd
Blot out the life-giving sun
And make days dreary?
In the quiet
My mind howls