pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines
I like you now and love you all of the time
silvering skies, blossoming eyes
the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize
i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh
the treetops wave down at the seas with delight
feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks
my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.
There is such a strong memory in me
concrete and water
the buzzing of the trees, the steaming of the leaves
i can feel the rough-stone against my hands, the wet bricks lapped by endless sands
the tumbling shadows through the branches, currents caught by the wilder-man
i hear the scraping of the twigs, the breaking rustle of their twins
no one can remove this energy
My homeland is a sweeping gale
Thrashing waves of green and gold;
I see the endless plains below
Which cruelly cut my arbor-soul.
I belong in ever-shade
Of splintered limbs and hissing leaves.
My heart was left with evergreens
Within the sleeping trees.
Nightly searing flames devour
Sicknesses that kept me sane.
I lose it all when moonlight calls
And silence claims my mind again.
Knock, knock, the branches come tumbling
Snare me in their jumbled arms
The rotten wood that lives in my bones
Screams at me to set it aflame.
Blurry eyes see blurry paths
And stumble down them wrongly;
An hour spent in lost lament
The cost of vision that worries.
Skin will shiver
Under cloying silver gaze.
The moon is sweet
Its cold defeats
The spiking warmth of sunlit haze.
Earth that breaks
Showered earth and dirty space
Grass that stretches toward the air
Fronds that glow from sky’s despair
Whispered secrets through the trees
Leaves that laugh upon the breeze
Raindrops dance from twig to branch
Down the trunk to drown the ants
Scritching vole that scurries slow
Wandering stream with storm in tow
An earth that tilts beyond the day
Returning life to sunlit haze.
Bending mats of twigs and trees
branches woven in flutt’ring green
The forests reach with hopeful arms
to touch the gleaming flesh of stars.
The moon takes pity on a lonely path
its aching heart lit up at last.
The skies are thrown as endless fields
as wheaty stars wave on midnight teal.
A million breaths coalesce to form
a single glimpse of light in the storm.
The writhing giants of flame and light
sputter their lives to star the night.
The forest waits in agony
to test the limits of its reach.
It stretches further to caress the sky
as the starlit heavens flow sparkling by.