Emotional to the point of rationality
Traffic of humans and ducks
by the water
filling, bulging the buds
hanging in strings,
pearls
off branches of willows
weeping for friends long unseen
and lovers unlived.
Smiles from strangers
and laughs at the dogs;
life in the air of a city
losing, lost
longing
to leap in the arms of those strangers
and return to admissions of lust.
The surface in shine,
sun and friends there no longer unseen
emerging desire and welling up spring
in traffic down by the water.
I found myself in the love you
would not give me;
like the smallest bird on the branch
which only sings its vast song
if left unobserved.
Spring in the Bud,
Scent in the Flower,
Song in the Bird,
the Leaf and the Flower.
Spirits in Spring
new Life in between
transitions, the middle,
transforming unseen.
Spring in the Bud,
Scent in the Flower,
Song in the Bird,
the Leaf and the Flower.
My heart is not with me.
It is out there, somewhere, with you.
It wants to break out, be free but
it stays out there, somewhere, with you.
Ensnared by your eyes,
the smile and glimmer they shine when upon me.
Release me, free me,
return my heart to me.
I cannot continue to live with
a heart that’s not with me.
I need my heart here beside me.
I need it restored, from doubtful thoughts drawn.
My heart is not with me.
It is out there, somewhere, with you.
Release me, free me,
return my heart to me.
Notes From Afar 