Out on a curvature

Out on a curvature

O’Keefe clouds standing still

Distant woods are ruffles

On the shoulders of till

Yet time became unknowns

Worry is care shaking

Answers formed as questions

Difficult in making

Falling drapes on windows

Falling drapes on windows

April flower missing

Words without sentences 

Lips not touching kissing

Summer solo picnic

Autumn gravity tow

Apples, leaves and cornfields

Falling like winter snow

In a great forget a

In a great forget a

Paradise precipice

As it once was before

The impending abyss

And before the great wake

Years gemming left to right

And around like a crown

We were royal in light

No want of a tough skin

No want of a tough skin

Building up a callous

Porous to particles 

Dawn to borealis

Bullied for my own good

That was their admission

But it was their way of

Granting their permission 

Stay far from the creases

Stay far from the creases

And further from the edge

Don’t disappear my love

To sediment or dredge

How can I comfort you 

Lift darkness and bring light

Illuminate beauty 

From within your own bright

Little dreams on paper

Little dreams on paper

Ephemeral heart strings 

With hopes as immature

As a newborn bird’s wings

Big thoughts in a small world

Before the anvil years

Kites and stars, boats and seas

Innocence and endears

All this rain all these days

All this rain all these days

Water rises but land

Like a heart absorbing 

More than it can withstand 

It’s not as easy as

A little thread or salt

Consider passing life

When it is Life’s default