Drinking
My fill of time,
Left for me, what I might spare,
Wishing it can fill my wallet,
For emptiness
Is all that’s left.

A laptop
But one of many flashes,
That for charts and graphs
Leading my pulse to where I be trapped,

A field of spring,
Gentle finger in streaming green
Weaving thought by beauty’s wing
Lazy sleep on sheets unseen.

Time and time I turn to grasp
What I left behind, a glimpse gone by:
A sheet of rainbow that melts a drop of ice
Containing glaciers of the bluest sky.

A drill to entangle
What heart to twist,
Streams of bondage, so dark
Shadings on all, a confusing mist.

Every kiss on mother earth’s
Generous gift,
From the cradle of life,
Till one step beyond,
Created,
Humble be the heart
Of servants, as luck shines on their path,

Sunrise and sunset,
By a pinch of channeled spark,
Shadows of passing spirits,
Unstoppable zeal
With some pause for care and comfort.

As cold as grey that forms my frame,
How it has faded away…
Colors of rainbow, woven and spread,
Today
But streams a rain that rinses its gleam

Standing idle under snows of feather,
Beyond the chill of ruthless winter.
Cozy as the breeze of summer,
A pale, rugged mountain, with gold
That I will soon uncover.

In the Glade of unknown depth,
Upon the Path of spiritual rite,
Beside the pines where faeries dwelt
Under the cleansing moonwell light.
For whom am I? By the Lady's smile be blessed,
Tramp the serenity at her delight.

We pause and embrace,
With long stories, at least.
Weaving notes upon dark lines and spaces,
Under breezes of snow,
With azaleas of cold.

A laptop
But one of many flashes,
That for charts and graphs

So it ends, when all will begin,
Before, if I must force,
The final strength, the endless song,
To toss away what lance of burden
That once pierced perils for wisdom,

A veil over fire,
Where gentle waves sweeps the sea
Or sharp reef as dark, though not unseen.
By raveling mist, unknown,
For what leaks even beyond the light of day,

Struggle or rest?
But not of my concern,
Such is the trek of a daring cat
Sticking curiosity along a silky web.
Desiring a kiss, but confused by her naughty tricks,