A Natural Tale

Covering me in kisses
I lock invisible arms
around you/
Sunlight becomes your form
and I let fall
the mortal fears that clothe me/
allowing you to expose me
enter me
cover me/
letting the sun rays of your reality
shine all over me
filling secret spots
changing me from inside
out/

The wind/
your fingers
hands and arms/
sliding between locks of hair
caressing soft skin
holding me tight/
causing goosebumps to rise
as only you can/
I want to touch you back
but like liquid wind
I can't touch you
I can only feel you/
I find you
in places my mind can't go/
I follow the wind
back to it's home
back to you

You sing to me
a song of
birds
rustling trees
falling rain
and crashing waves/
the green grass becomes your lap
I lay my head upon/
you sing
and I allow your melody
to lull me to sleep/
I can't get enough of your voice/
Sing my beloved
because it stirs a harmony in me/
I lend my love
to your voice
and new life comes forth

Dusk
the coolness coming
I can't escape you
even in the dark/
I can't contain you in my mind
and I can't feel you enough/
but here you are
again
loving some part of me
I can't see
but I know is real /
All I am is your reflection
and you surround me
with your being
you are a natural tale
I must tell/

Now
lay your head upon the universe
that is my womb/
let me cover you
with the comfort of my darkness
and tell you this story/
a story ending in happily ever after
manifest in a man
after the heart of eternity/

Seasons

Trip and fall
But don't fall backwards
Into the spinning hands
Of time's intimate embrace
Where lunacy exposed
Shows little hands reaching
For cyclic occurrences
Of comfortable
Looking back
Never made so much sense
Where to turn around
Would leave one
Destitute
Misery
company
and all that jazz

Squash the thoughts of
Rising above the
glass menageries
They are sometimes
Too strong to break
Kissing the wind
seems a more
Fruitful pursuit
Than clinging to the unknown
It seems more intelligent
Than turning toward
Silent bullets
Aimed to blind
This thing is like
the seasons
Blending change in
with the false confidence
Of what is to come
Will always bear fruit
Sometimes the tree
Is tired
Sometimes
the harvest is late
And sometimes
Love looks more
like an enemy
Than a friend

The Wind

From what place
did you come
and why have you
shadowed everything
in feeling and cold fire

Where are you from
and how can I
journey to your birthplace
to watch the setting sun

Where are you going
because I feel you
turning every which way
never really seeing

What place
are you seeking
is it rest
from your idle thoughts
do you want to rest in me

Where have you been
I was looking for you
to come in
and rearrange things
much sooner than this

I thought somewhere
I heard you through the willow trees
I thought you brought the
scent of magnolia jasmine and musk
for my hair

Where are you going
is a funny question
to ask of love
for love is like the wind
and I
I lay under it's force
and call it friend