Asymmetrical
Are our wandering fancies
 Between each other
  The meaning not in seeing
  Nor yet in what's being felt

We miss the 'within',
Though we know its eruption,
 Both the smoke and fire --
  The first sent on to warn us,
  The second when it's too late

Ichika waiting
A thousand flowers growing
 As daylight floods o'er
  The dangerous mountain pass
  That people often misjudge

in all these pictures,
do you yet see the being,
the real volcano,
the mountain bigger than soul,
the distance greater than earth?

slowly now the day
creeps behind tired eyelids
and into the brain
filling it with the long hours
that stretch into endless night

soft as the flowers
each bending towards the sun
beside the mountain
she waits just one more moment
joyful in the green morning

love build each new home
out of what two bring to it --
string, heart, pain, and joy
in a mix none have yet seen
but which all wish a glimpse of

love dies not of age
but in reaching for water
sealed within bottles
locked inside high cabinets
off in the distant mountains

a heart truly seen
feels within that connection
all that has been said
or written about true love
and the secrets contained there