Sunday, February 24, 2013

Life Has Been Spinning

Sweetly, with energy and filling
Since the third spin last dropped.

This rotation is coming
To a stop. With it will die a universe
Of friends, places, feelings, memories,
Securities held together by a force so centrifugal
It's predictable that I'd let its motion stop
To respin the direction of life,
Yet again

For a future that seems to continuously jolt
And close a past, endings
To the person I am and now was
To never be again with such definition
That those who never go will never know

As a line whose waters mix
Over time with tides at the ocean,
Only adrift in itself.
Place my line on these currents
And the fourth wave looks finite.

The importance of this wave diminished
More and more by the progression
Until such a day that waves should be wished
To leave a still pond to a life beyond.

On this wave I will ride, as long as his hand
Helps me spin life greater than before,
With promise that the one to follow will last
Until the final waves where reality isn't broken
But rested in.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

I Can't Tell You How Deeply I Care

We displayed all the reasons how,
Letting alone the reasons why
I look at you,
And want you.
Your smile brings me close
To a home, warm couches waiting.

Looking out the window at a budding maple
I need to see you
Sitting nearby for class,
At your desk when passing by, 
Approaching as I turn the corner.

Hearing the wind through the window's cracks, 
I need your voice to come to me,
The day about which to talk,
At least a text to say hello,
How'd it go,
Good for you.

While the pain smolders
The last of my carbon gasps for air.
It is life in chambered pressure that consumes
A spirit and yields a heart,
Released after burning
Much truth
Such power
Love reborn.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Butterflies I

When the phone cut out
Those would be the last of our words
Hanging as a fog to obscure
The reasons and way back.

If you could see the way I
Look at you and feel the way
I want to touch your hand then
The skies might clear and you’d
Hear me again.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

When One Can Summon Enough Energy

Waking up early can be sublime.
Without needing sleeping bag, backpack or food,
You summit highest mountains.

You see light born brilliantly on each leaf,
All trees born again in the rays,
The quiet of a scene that will turn riotous,
Hearing prophecy from birds of an awakening world.

The stillness allows you to see that you unfold
Into being by early sun too, a slow awareness
That alarms protest. The morning air is so cold;
Even the hottest of days rolls out gradually.