he touched you like a phantom breeze,
and moved you in new ways;
no longer faceless in the crowd,
emerging, in the rays —

that summer spent in motion, whirling,
in and out of caves,
until you looked to see that he
was always

chasing waves

The rain wears down the ruins,
And gives us back the land;
So here we are as we once were,
In the nascent beforehand —

We need this water, clear and clean,
Without the stinging salts:
For love can only live when it
Can grow despite

Our faults

There is a crossing-over time,
There is a life that’s left behind,
And where there once was fear and doubt
There now is centeredness of mind —

For all the “once” that ever was,
Is nothing to
The many times that will be —
And all the rooms you young explored
Are little to
The vistas that

You will see

What’s wrong with wanting to see and be seen?
Connection isn’t vanity —
Maybe, to someone who’s outside,
The whole thing seems insanity, but

We were born to stretch our powers:
All of them — yours, mine, and ours —
And to enjoy, every last one,
Those few days we get in

The sun

The ocean is a symphony,
The galaxy a beach;
The world that was an anagram
Is sliding into reach

In touch with all she’s taking in,
A soft divinity —
She goes now where her heart will go:
Out past

Infinity

From here, you do not hear them,
The ones who’ve “called you out” —
Those cunning chaos cultivators,
Sowing seeds of doubt —

But you’re so high, you’re past the reach
Of diatribe or rant;
Just doing what you cannot do,
Not knowing that

You can’t

The carousel’s been turning,
The slower times are done:
There is a wonderland to see,
Your day out in the sun —

The time is gone for pondering,
There’s is no more to waste:
The world’s laid out before you, it’s
A meal for you

To taste

a single whispering day,
a nearly silent time,
a dripping down of thoughts
in candy-coated lime

a hand within your hand,
a host of fears allayed,
a single whispering day
when you were

unafraid