We were flying through
The dried fields at dawn,
Sang with others too
The sweet chorus of dawn.

We saw men work the power station,
You pointed at them with your wing.
Must, they had forgotten their blue wearing,
And the station bursted with fire, and all was gone.

That was long ago, and none of it has been;
Not the station, nor the city lights, nor the men.

O my love, where are they, poor fellows,
Quiet roar of power, sweet blur of field wonder?
I ask not out of fear or sorrow,
But in dark, deep wonder.

#ts #pgnt #lts

Rough weeks
Do shape
The most
Awesome
Of years.

#ts #nss

My, if
Rough days
Do make
The most
Of our days,
Then, my,
Rough days
Do make
The best
Of our days.

#ts #nss

In the company of very,
Very ancient trees, God,
The things I let myself hear,
My soul frees like a tired
Swimmer in a quiet pool.

#ts #de

November days the sky
Laughs in clouds;
And I'll sit here, always,
By the glass window,
Listening slowly
To their unsaid stories.

#ts #ssn

Bodies
And minds
By going places,
Once old
Are six fold
As young.

#ts #nss

"The eggshell fragility
Of life and the beauty
Of our stubborn grit.
Both, both. Despite
The other. The other."

#ts #je #nss

Tchin-tchin
My dear friend.
November has
Sent flowers;
They smell like
Her presence.

#ts #lgge #ssn #de

Every piece of memory,
A hug in the cold wind.
Every piece of thought,
A stride closer to you.

#ts #fg

"But I have no patience
For suns that do not set."

#ts #kbts #pgnt

Of all the empty rooms
Of all the lonely minds
Of all the broken hearts;
Who walks into mine?

#ts #pgnt

I dont find myself
In shimmering stars,
I don't find myself
In creased memories,
So I lose myself
In your lullabies,
So I lose myself
In your twilight.

#ts #lh

Clouds glide the grey sky,
Like pebbles down a river.
Earth, in her motherly joy
Cries, like a lost, lonely child
In a blistering snow cold.
I look outside my window
The brown is both muddy and
Clean where does it all go?
When I close my eyes
Where do the things I know
Go? Are they in my wondering
Ever found?

#ts #pgnt

You ask before else
As day nurses dawn
Before ladders clack
And hearts pound as one
Am I my brother's keeper?
By nature by glove by
Heart in storm facing
Fears, what else?

#ts #nss

For heaven stars
Even if they are faint,
Even in their faintest
Form too are better
Than earth stones.

#ts #ntr #nss

You the early, new rain;
You, the sweet summer song.

You the fragile rainbow;
You, the blooming spring.

#ts #ssn

Constant kindness

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#ts #nss

How hard that is—
To mend the brittle
Parts of me; when
You forget the ones
That are aren't.

#ts #btf

She was all and
She was everything;
She gave all and all
Was hers in a manner
That, even in kisses
As a language said,
'Sorry buddy I need this
More than you do.'

#ts #clmr

I'm sitting at a bridge by the road side. I love the quiet of most places at night, but there's something about the frequent of vehicle engines that just gets to me. It gets to me, however not too much, or, enough to make me a living silence(Well, I am a living silence). And by that I mean I am truly alive(your idea of being alive—the joyous, hopeful, and music-worthy kind of it 'and all.' And sometimes(to me) being alive means breathing the world without feeling it. And that is why I am here. Alive.

#ts #nss #msc