Here in the sparks of Spring

Here in the sparks of Spring

As the darkness peels back

Like seedless watermelon

And the absence of black

An extended New Year

Feelings this is the start

As heaviness leaves a

Blank canvas work of Art

A spent lotus flower

A spent lotus flower

Like the vessel we leave

Generational blooms

The trough, the crest, the eve

Longevity in seeds

But we must tend our lot

Maintain a balance of

Our precious pale blue dot

The fortunes we have spent

The fortunes we have spent

The value of time and love

Together in a World

Of both devil and dove

The destined or wandered

Unexpected or planned

Moments or momentum

Holding each other's hand

In order to advance

In order to advance

A circle back to here

Sticky tar covered heels

Removing the veneer

On drawn poor conclusions

And baggage needing lost

Corralling roaming bulls

With nostril smoke exhaust

Hidden inside myself

Hidden inside myself

I found validation

My hand patting my back

Self-congratulation

How had this escaped me

An inner childhood fear

Being wrongly accused

The evidence now clear

Perceptions and guesses

Perceptions and guesses

Often we never know

Things confusing as an

Avalanche undertow

Missed chances result in

The after-thought "perhaps"

Are roads taken better

Than the unknown mishaps

I never wished I could

I never wished I could

Reach up and touch the sky

My spirits were lower

Looking down asking why

Not wanting to be an

Injustice collector

Striding for liberty

Reality nectar

Finally making sense

Finally making sense

Of our riddled mother

Incapable of love

Me, or any other

Surviving starvation

Finding a normalcy

I learned to dance without

Music or melody

In my sleep white barns in

In my sleep white barns in

A break of winter sky

Across a snowy field

With cows and a pig sty

A sense of being home

Resonates and invites

Yet I have never seen

These fields, these barns, these sights

Palm to palm, line to line

Palm to palm, line to line

My two hands do not meet

Within my own body

Varying head to feet

Asymmetrical world 

Universe without fold

Searching for order should

Stop us in our tracks cold

Life, an unfinished thought

Life, an unfinished thought

Captivating captor

The filling of pages

The moments of chapter

Did we create heaven

Because life is a climb

And we need a zenith

To give meaning to time

Arriving too quickly

Arriving too quickly

We gather at the Wall

Diminished on approach

For so long seeming tall

The traffic continues

Birthday parties and such

Too much worry and fear

And staying out of touch

It is snow, nothing more

It is snow, nothing more

The same as usual

From above to below

The common visual

No greater meaning that

Requires reactions

In the greatness of time

A fraction of fractions

Caught up in the moment

Caught up in the moment

Upward draft suspension

Lingering luxury

In a time extension

Here a sunny snowfall

Winter shadows grading

Across the western slopes

Quick, the sun is fading

As we pull the covers

As we pull the covers

Generational sleep

No one reading Nietzsche

Scholars who went too deep

Scratches on the surface

Too few making craters

Inventors, artists and

Great mental debaters 

Seeking deeper waters

Seeking deeper waters

Avoiding quick devour

A world without rations

Right now, right here, this hour

Sustenance scavengers

In the darkness of All

I hope I am worthy

Of a deep sea whale fall

Tomorrow is present

Tomorrow is present

An outline of events

Promises of action

Solemn oath of intents

Yet changes in weather

Or verglas of the heart

The tomorrow today

Might not find counterpart

A needle without thread

A needle without thread

Like water finding line

Freedom without compass

Leaving nothing behind

No longer hemmed and hawed

Finding plurals of way

Exploring directions

Living a sense of may

In this great mystery

In this great mystery

Time taking and giving

Between unknown bookends

The stories of living

Volume after volume

The days of first release

Some read over again

Most shut after decease

If we could only breathe

If we could only breathe

And feel as others feel

Joy, hopelessness, content

Perhaps their nerves of steel

Some of us would inhale

Expand our lungs, embrace

Others would hold their nose

Until, blue in the face

A willingness to fail

A willingness to fail

Energy exerting

Caught in a battle with

Steps forward, reverting

With maximum effort

Thoughts and calculation

Are Hopes instilled in us

With determination

Clouds like fallen snow

Clouds like fallen snow

On the land before us

Oaks, naked whole notes at

The end of a chorus

Here in profound beauty

Simple and compounding

Sediments and fossils

And moments dumbfounding

Self-propelled and flying

Self-propelled and flying

From harvest to harvest

Unbound territory

Ravine to Mount Everest

A gatherer of Life

From pollen to planets

Rivers finding oceans

Magma making granites

Anticipating grace

Anticipating grace
Pleasurable plateau

Anxious to arrive at

A field where one can grow

Unwrapping riddled gifts

Finding purpose and poise

Accepting, absorbing

Without the raucous noise

Turning the head forwards

Turning the head forwards

The rising sun sees West

Follow the rotation

From valley to the crest

Looking back at the road

Vanishing, used and spent

Better to ask of next

Than reminisce of went

We leave the World to you

We leave the World to you

The chapters one or two

Our future more finite

Someday the truth for you

We had our chances to

Move the posts an oodle

In hindsight not much or

The kit and caboodle

Privacy invasion

Privacy invasion
A window, not a door
Even my inner thoughts
Don't lead you to the core

Thoughts cannot be stolen
Neither my emotions
Neptune resides where you're
Merely crossing oceans

My heart breaks when yours breaks

My heart breaks when yours breaks
Or feels its overflow
Of excitement and joy
All ranges, high and low

Listening to your thoughts

Inside my head resounds

Understanding and time

Small steps or leaps and bounds

Neither solo or one

Neither solo or one

Melancholy cello

The melody wafting

From shyness to hello

A sliding change of chord

An abandoned chorus

Refraining from refrain

Finding notes before us