Not for you.

Bell tolls
Not for the hour
for those who wait
steep stones flat and dark
arrive every step to catch
your falling feet
(these old streets) ____________

Clockwise moves the hand.

combined efforts
contained comforts

clockwise moves around
the land
up and over
these tree lined minds

replicate that moment
over and over
our starry eyed stares
we saw right in.

Biorhythmus

Arms pointing up
Wrapped about your neck
Far reaching
Fingertips
The brush of lips
Above our heads
Treetops
Their black silhouettes
Wave to us
The bloom at our feet
The salt sea air
Blows upon my throat
Beneath my jaw
Where you put your hands
.

Out of Doors

A Dead Man's Breast
Heart Sank Deep
Beneath the Sheets
The Papers Strewn
Across the Room
and Down the Hall
{we go}
Out of Doors
Birds their Wings
Criss Cross the Skies
Wet Stone Underneath
We Run Through Streets
The Lime Light Dims
Into Ever Lasting
Grey.