Love that remains a noun

Love that remains a noun
A rock that never moves
Stuck in a Zen Garden
With stagnant rings and grooves

So it is left in peace
No hands, no eyes, no hearts
Where there is no courage
No Life can grow from starts

Greater significance

Greater significance
Not God or self, just All
Caught in other's ripples
Choose to be box or ball

A lonely Spring passing
Magnolias survived
Without the bite of frost
No questioning derived

Like a Sunday evening

Like a Sunday evening
A sweater, summer's end
In moments filled with grace
No sun but sunlight bend

Deciding how to spend
A few hours before sleep
Two tangled and tired vines
Will soon be counting sheep

Out from the abstractness

Out from the abstractness
Plain sheet of white paper
Clouds are just clouds again
The cirrus that taper

Understanding the self
Contrasting the beauty
Of others, in others
Is this not our duty

Fighting finished battles

Fighting finished battles
Adding to casualties
After smoke and losses
The inaccuracies

Reenactments echo
The things that were not said
After the battle ends
They might as well be dead

Blooming until breaking

Blooming until breaking
Brief as youth, rekindle
Invitation to Spring
The years only dwindle

Utopia chaos
Is there a perfect flaw
Residing in winter
Contemplating a thaw

Here, a beautiful cloud

Here, a beautiful cloud
Passing as people pass
Like generations and
Mem'ries that didn't last

Against a sky and time
An ago that won't wake
Eternal lullaby
Nights without morning break