Words fly from my mind
To bury themselves deep in the page
But when the seeds spring forth
The fruit is abhorrent to my taste

I have plucked ten and five poems
Complete, root, stem, and branches
And have left no trace to ever be seen
My hideous children burning

But still my muse, the ever slavemaster
Continues to drown me with downpouring
Of words and thoughts and phrases
Though none will stick to the page

But run down in soggy lines of prose
And poetry, bred abominable bastards
Not to grace the eyes of humans ever
For the angels still weep too loudly

At the sight of the perversion
Of good and sound poetic feet
The tripping in this waltz
Curdles the cream within your bowels

And makes the world darker
And all this in a single night
The moon is a wicked cruel deceiver
To empower lover and monster equally

A word can be the cruelest thing
When spoken out of time and season
A word can break the strongest heart
And form a never healing lesion
A word can sway the steady mind
Its influence is great indeed
A word can plant a secret hope
And crush that very self same seed
A word can have more power than
You may know or care to admit
A word spoken in carelessness
Has influence spreading far from it
A word has power and a heavy burden
A millstone for its careless user
A word can change a dear friend
Into a cold and heartless abuser

Beware your thoughtless spoken words,
Consider your hearer with care
For closed eyes or hardened heart
To those you leave so bare
These bitter tears you now sow,
In the reaping time, beware!

Fall is the truest time
For when once all trees were green
Soon will some wither and others remain
What was once hidden will be seen

By the lake again
Wooden house with wide windows
We watch the mist roll
Across the still waters
While birds are silent

Glass hearts
Can hide no secrets
That's why we hid them
Exactly there
While the world looks in

Through these wide windows
Into the empty space
Between the glass panes
Into the quiet air
Between these two panes

The tinkle of crystal
Of glass hearts barely touching
While secretive whispers
Slip through the cracks
The icy sound of silence

Timelessness is so unattainable
We shiver at its very mention
For here in between the window panes
Time cannot breath this quiet air
Here we are safe

But no movement, all is frozen,
To shatter the silent pains
No words can be spoken
Or else we break the spell
And time will invade the sacred

Solid glass remains eternal
And movements remain unmoved
While echoes never spoken
Quiver in this empty air
Between the two glass panes

A message wrapped in white words
Placed in a bottle of lead
Thrown into the oceans of the world
Tied with anchors about its neck
Why do I even hope it reaches you?

A whisper spoken in the darkness
Of the deepest ocean cave
With roaring waves about it
And the crack of thunders above
Will you ever really hear it?

Perhaps an echo can pierce the veil
Cut through the night across the sea
Break upon the brilliant dawn on sparrowing
To sit upon your windowsill
But would you even notice it?

What would I say to get your attention?
Tell you I love you and can't and don't and won't and want to and shouldn't?
What can I do to make you see the words?
Trace all your tears and just hold you tight?
But would you even understand?

I can sing words and paint pictures
I can weave meanings and point at symbols
I can spell it out and break it down
I can build it up and scream it out loud
But how do you explain what you don't understand?

Words bend, meanings break, thoughts disintegrate
And all that is left are two people
Standing on opposite ends of a chasm
With the means of bridging that large gap
But should all gaps be made whole?

Walking through fields of memories
Bright poppies of yesteryear
Reaching viridian tendrils, softly
Reaching with folding red lips
Whispering of long nights long passed
Whispering our secrets to the world
In this field of memories

Dancing breezes dressed in tufts of cotton
The dandelion seeds waft like snowflakes
Taking steps we took once, long ago
Dancing our dance in this field
Echoing laughter of our childhood
Captured long ago and stored forever
Kept in the dancing breeze

Shall we go to the old apple tree?
Gnarled bark knotted with a thousand love notes
To sit beneath the wide, spreading branched
In the speckled twilight of the shade
To breathe the scent of sun warmed apples
To hide between the twisting roots
Shall we go to the old apple tree?
Shall we go to the old apple tree
There in the field of our memory
And dance with the cotton wind?