A Time For Every Purpose Wonder Heaven

buds crushed

                      know

                                  how to

let go

          so

                 slow

                           beyond woe

                                              grow

variety show

Remember To Remember

when I feel all alone

I just pick up the phone

and ask how was your day

and whatever you say

I feel I’m back at home

no matter where I’ve strayed

oh it’s painfully clear

you don’t need to be here

when we open our hearts

we are never apart

though we might disappear

our love’s state of the art 

We’re Here Because We’re Here

things love us

we love things

when we touch

we both sing

without care

things strike back

to declare

love all facts

Words Cured

  Words Cured

words don’t take what’s alive from me

turning events into stories

or lyrics for songs or poems

where no one’s really home

experience felt infuse words

to be alive -- fly us like birds

revealing what’s in and outside

with so much joy we cannot hide    

Games Aim

                  ^beneath

^{between                      words}

                   ^{so much}

                    ^{is heard}

                  ^{communing’s}

^playing

             ^{here  ‘n}

                                                            ^seek