Fog is so thick over the green hills, like the ocean is rising; silently drifting inland

    the sun never came up at all, just a slow progression of less, less, less darkness, more drifts

 

Gives everything an allure of magic, as crows caw, hummingbirds chirp and I 

            water my balcony garden among the wisps of flying sea bits

 

Settling into a new land that shifts, 

                            admire courage of these hardy coastal folk, who fight fires

           like they breathe

 

In such blanketing silence I remember again

what i want

Really what i want

                                   is you to be happy, so happy, overjoyed

 

Arrogance tricks me into firm belief I could, would love sweeter; higher; deeper; more

                        I’d even be better, for your heart, your home, for your increased understanding

                                                       but you only you know, choose

                                                                    Respect your choice, i do

 

I will stop tormenting you, will cease complaints, will accept what is,

    change happens, people shift, minds pick new shiny objects to follow, mistakes are corrected

              my heart a riddle wrong guessing your same name for all my parts

                                    Truly I’m so contented here just doing my thing, following bliss, meeting artists, nature lovers, wise beings of healthy wisdom, i enjoy this simple life, delving into arts

                we laugh and laugh all the day long

 

Be happy friend

I am sorry and I am wrong, thought you recognized the you in me but           was that me?

                      you know what is best, forgive me won’t you? 

                                                    I have been known to fight blindly for hearts that call me…

 

Only joy

Are you? Do you? Know how loved you are?

 

Your hat thrown in the air

              paramount to all else

 

               Yes    I want that

 

You cannot ask an astronomer to deny that the earth goes round and round a yellow fireball

        albeit it cost him his life

You cannot ask me to deny the music goes round and round my psyche, silent or echo

          It has not cost me a life, only a heart

                                                         A fore-bemoaned dream

 

I want that, yes

also I want the medieval tapestry, seems

              bones that lie entangled beneath the earth's weight, an eternity

 

still won’t be long enough.

                  

 

     Stars shine even 

               when they can’t see the moon 

                                                           I sent to thee