CPoetry

unto the path, i walk. yonder the sun, i stalk. toddler the age, this Fawn. whose rays i watch, play dawn. no other time, can i see. lines of measure, melody. the light can i, catch on? arresting muze, her Song. upon the place, She sang. fail the light in, this Fane. lines of measure, now gone. never to be caught, nor heard. continue i, along. ::: we are all blades of grass, whose sorrows we each carry on our sleeve in a monadic drop of dew; we wait, all of us, for Dawn to expel our sorrows--- to abolish them into the atmosphere of the ether; to let our purified essence makes us, again, stand faithfully as a field of green feathers. ::: there was two parishioners who stood among the crowd. no different than any other, no more outstanding than the next. there was music saturation and hymn naturalization and the followers' infatuation. all beautiful, all in a day's Work.

leave open a window in your heart; there is a breath that seeks your breathing; inhale what within you yearns always to be exhaled. ::: with every leaf that bows its head and descends to its knees, is a onlooker of its heady prayer and Kamikaze funeral. ::: when you have committed yourself to someone with whom you will hold, you have simultaneously committed yourself to someone with whom you may let go; never kiss your hand unto a forearm if you cannot, too, marry the cold air successor of that heat source upon the release. ::: my little world. my little sweetheart. these words, i tell next, with you may never part; "if there is help you need, raise your arm in praise and say Hallelujah. if there is a light you seek, raise your arm in praise and say Hallelujah. if there is no light for thee, raise your arm in praise and say Hallelujah. if you lack strength, let be, a gift will come and lift w