my friend...

When in the sun
the days seemed so long,
like we would never
get anywhere,
feeding time
along the edge
of a silver ship,
glistening to a
black moon.

Carry me to the shore
with a song the will never
grow any one old.

When the days
folded like paper cranes,
along the rocky deserts,
it seemed so far,
that we would never
get lost
with the trees or
shadow the brook's
with broken leaves.

A friend is a friend
of a friend,
though time tells the tale
otherwise.

body memory

my heart has room
for one more
disclosure,
as you spoke
so many eons ago,
yr hands trembling,
and yr lips quivered,
how soft was the time
when the storm
so sudden,
collapsed.

Cascadia

Along the shore
her feet bare,
gathering the sand
and all energy collected
at the bottom
of the sphere.

Her dreams fill
the ocean to the brim,
there the fish
call upon
infinite wisdom
to form.

With bare breath,
the lungs collapse
upon air,
all shallow
the movement of water,
hiccuping.

When more silence
meet's a room,
removed from all history,
the body will feel
no more.

Shamed.

In a room,
I want to be,
thrown against the wall,
hung by my hair,
all meaning lost,
taken with myself.

I'll take the pleasure
and bury it deep
with all my wounds
and misery.

We can forget
any meaning
and displace ourselves,
"Nothing can be done."

How shameless of me
to think with my hands
and never feel what happens
with my heart.

meditation.

when i go into my mind, there is a memory that waits for me. it is the calm of the sea, the permanent blue, deep light. off the ledge of a cliff, the shore, and all the little life forms beneath it collect tiny pools between rocks, sea weed and algae's grappling, succulent warm mouths. all of life becomes from the color, marshes appear, grasses larger than my frame. i lay my body against the rocks and listen to the ocean breath into me all lost memory. am i a mermaid lost in the vast tranquility? it is sun, burning deep fire into my dream. the light of day mourning each passing sunrise. i could lay forever in this moment.