White his shroud as the mountain snow
Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the ground did not go
With true-love showers.

wants me to feel bad
feel bad
feel bad

an immense ocean
and in its blackest depths
(the crushing pressure)
all light suffocates and dies

but yet

sun breaking at the mouth of a cavern
rush of spring wind
earth’s perpetual sleep

recovery.
without validation
no need for anyone’s affirmation.

the pine needles
bristling beneath
like the delicate bed
that suspicious lovers tend

and the creek
crawling down the mountain
on its hands and knees
begging for forgiveness
on its way to the sea

feel bad?
life long

last night I had a dream
even with everything
for one beautiful moment
I wish nothing would wake me up
I wish nothing would wake me up

If you admire the creek
just wait and let things flow
There’s time to see where the water goes

Yes, the snow
may melt someday
Roll down the mountain and wash us all away

But if that ever happened
the only thing I’d care about
is whether I was there without –
Well –

And if that’s the way it is
I think I’ll take the path of least resistance

Like the light through a prism
Turn it over, let it show
Take it in, every precious angle
I’d like to know

We may never fully understand
though we like to think we can
All our dreams and imagination
Squarely limited
by the follies
of man

The world is getting warmer
like my heart in mid-September
a tentative projection
of a positive direction
and the autumn gives me so much to remember

Rushing wild and blue

Cutting canyons into my sensibilities

Sweet sun rises behind her, like a halo

My Columbia, roll on!

I’ve been away for so long

Walking the tracks

Trying to find my way back

And I hear the whistle blowing

But I do not even know

Where I am going

She grows in cycles,
curling upward every season
But the reason stays static:
emphatic panic
manic treason

“be ever vigilant” – it rings frequent,
Not the least when she sees him.
Deep chestnut
Arctic green
Cross-legged under oak trees

This is the game of complications.
No repeats
or hesitation.
“You need someone.” – No.
What she needs:

A chance to be alone.

Time to properly tend
what she has sown.

And courage
to set down roots
on her own.