The days spent retracing

The days spent retracing

Filled with clouds and downpours 

And evaporation’s

Invisible vapors

Building campfires of thoughts

No canopy cover

New possibilities 

A frontier discover 

Enlightenment beacon

Enlightenment beacon

Seeking nature’s repair

Reemerging season

Forward progress declare

My heart needs a tuning

The world strumming a chord

Cirrus clouds returning

All shades of green restored 

All the bells are broken

All the bells are broken

The dance steps are stumbles

Three-legged race over

Manhole cover rumbles

The background now foreground 

Constellations unhinge

The sun is not setting

Just the world in a spin

Revelry rising up

Revelry rising up

Declaration of we

Our bejeweled bonanza 

Bright as glints on a sea

Our prosperity selves

Generous avenues

Opportunity floods

Beginnings and renews

A pin oak tree became

A pin oak tree became

Twisted wisteria

Before our eyes slowly

With time superior

Yet our hands together 

Constant compassion

Out true love never dies 

Or falls out of fashion

Holding our breath longer

Holding our breath longer

No deeper can we go

A life without sunlight

In the waters below

Past the hammered waves and

Below the squinting burst

Plunging past the pressure

Into the great immerse

In the unevenness

In the unevenness

Unfair play in private 

The tar and feathering

The hijack and pirate

In level playing fields

A witness referee

Then your dissonance turns

To open harmony

Hearing my own echo

Hearing my own echo

Neither I nor mountain 

Changed coordinates like

Tossed coins in a fountain 

The echo on return

Now has lesser meaning 

I opt to duck since the

Mountain refused leaning

Images failing to

Images failing to

Find annunciation 

A foreign language with

Only punctuation 

A pause, exclamation 

The long burning question

The landscape answering

Words just mere impression 

Chasing the long cherished

Chasing the long cherished

The glimmers of meaning

The we definitions 

The objects of keening

Unmistakably us

Our strange flowers blooming

Constellation hoarding

Captive fireworks booming

It is our afternoons

It is our afternoons

I would etch into plates

The reprints and recalls

From sun high to set lates

Clouds and trees in script scrolls 

The roadway unspooled threads

The ease and exercise

From daffodils to sleds

Cornucopia flames

Cornucopia flames

Passion the burning fuel

And love using all names

No arrow, key, or tool

Acres of soil wrapping

Dreams beyond doming blue

Mountains overlapping

Nature is always new

Beyond understanding

Beyond understanding 

Unheard of can’t be heard 

The fog never lifting

The dismiss as absurd

Pioneering ahead

Rider crop convictions 

Accepting the abstract

Without the descriptions

Owlers stole counting sheep

Owlers stole counting sheep

The night a twisted knot

Without dreams and shut eye

The air a Rorschach blot

Restless legs are rustling

On rungs without climbing

Pennies for my thoughts that

Are nickel and diming

Tragedy averted

Tragedy averted

Plurals are now single

Gone are the welcome mat

And the front door shingle

The world is left outside

The chaos and tedium

The periodic chart

Except for helium

Searching straight ahead but

Searching straight ahead but

I was still there for you

Age is taking us like

Moments no longer new

I am over here and

Will never stray to Fars

Should you be Jupiter

And should myself be Mars

Intersections always

Intersections always

And not just east and west

North and south, up and down

Or answers no’d and yes’d

Choices are endless with 

No directions to lost

Change at any moment 

And not just two lines crossed