Unable to gift and

Unable to gift and

It cannot be a loan

A mere shift in light like

Flashing mica in stone

The loneliness knowing

The subtle change in tone

Something between the lines

Experienced not own

I moved on yet people

I moved on yet people

Are still using old maps

I have outgrown some thoughts

In my private elapse

I am growing and new

My old self now older

But you can locate me

With hotter or colder

In the valley of dreams

In the valley of dreams

Sleeping before lights out

Rumors and mere murmurs 

Like wind chimes strung about

Compassion compresses

The last echo rebound

The lullaby chorus

Now dirges to no sound

I carry them always

I carry them always

They have the weight of light

Less the weight of shadows

And the blackness of night

They swell without outlines

They are too big for sight

They are defenseless yet

Stronger than any might

Fearful of black rain on

Fearful of black rain on

Inverted tulip blooms

When wars are started by

Unjustified White Rooms

Persian carpet flowers

Covered in black mushroom

Humanity lost for

The lower cost of vroom

The intimate of us

The intimate of us

A forest of two trees

The youth and the weathered

The new wood and old these

The Braille in our palms that

We punch new every day

The quick glance of the eyes

That can speak without say

Slowly the unravel

Slowly the unravel

How has the evening come

The sun was above us

Now on horizon plumbed

How was your day today

Reveries in focus

Tasks handled better than

When the sun had woke us