unfinished

when the light on your
face
flashes in memory
small pictures
fresh from bright future

when the night rain
is
the fingers on the back
and neck
awakening heat

when searching wild world
brings

on monday

couldn't play today
last time that i noticed
thought i could
remembered when all that stood in the
way was time
it is gone now
laughed
hid the cries
saw the clouds roll in
ran out to meet the rain
got cold
ate
sat in the chair and twirled my hair
brushed my teeth
nothing on tv
thought about eating again
nothing to eat
went to sleep

there was a ball, the governor danced,
a tree fell, we bowed to the queen

woke up and stared till dawn
drew a picture of it all - sleeping

possible escape

i lie awake in bed at night
and think about the birds in flight
when one falls straight to the ground
the forest kings gather round
the wind then howls and the earths quake
for the birds, kings and i lie awake

whistled and sang all day...

you were at tip of mind
are today
and like yesterday
cannot go without seeing your eyes
saving me at this moment

now waiting under low light
contemplating your face
thoughts
breath on stars
near future
am i your next suicide
falling through orange clouds

writing a book
will you read it
will you play you in the movie
in the picture box of my life

tears on your lips
mine swimming in your ocean

together

we would
hold hands
and jump
as long as I promise to not let go

not un understandable
wrapped in thought
that jumping
may be the only way
to get past this
this time

because as you request
I will not let go

first of season

send your strength
swirling down on new woken head
words clear
and powerful on the wind
in this first of season
refresh my soul
take your place as joy of my heart
light your presence on my tears
streaming now in your closeness
tell me who you made me to be
your love
a child lost in your hands
alive in your majesty
remind me why it is
that my eyes cannot be torn away
from your being
resting now on my form
covering the landscape of my life
bringing me home once again
through my frozen winter

che piacere vederti

what is your name
when you are called
can the trees speak it
in whispers
softly to the night air
swing in moonlight
bring it all back
take it in
to the comfort
of bed
of early morning
promising more sleep

open one eye
other hidden in pillow
body lost in sheets
and warm in blankets
are those the leaves
turning
falling
taking my memory
to a rest
and then blown far
too far
where nothing is

and the loss
of your name
on the breeze

untitled no. 3

dancing on the roof in the rain
made the pain not so
real
or the conversation that much more
interesting.

the world stopped
throwing us from the nest in the
grass towards the open flame
in a small moment

did your eyes open and see
the brilliant unthought
life

to emerge from a thinking
to reality
or finally putting a face on
and trying to come up with a name

for this new birth
of a being

slapped in the head
pinched the arm
and still it is

waiting backstage of the world

eve of the new year

who stole the moon
singing songs in the dark tonight
will the cold wind
shock my mind awake
and help me find myself
walking home alone

how many hours
lain slow on the floor
have seen me put all at disposal
to have sun set
on nothing left
who is at the bottom
of what this life has been
awaking for morning of the next year

go to where you are not
so dreams cease and reality begins
moving into what this already is

spend the afternoon
walking through the silent pines
laughing with the flickering sun rays
drinking fresh at cool river
regaining heartbeat under orange clouds
breathing again at my own pace
learning the sound of my name
joining the journey of purpose

a new moment