written 1998
The wind is the tree’s very breath… Grand branches undulate Back and forth across a cloudless… Leaves flutter and shine like diam… As the tree continues its dance.
By chance, where are you? He always hears a call After looking so much, Not even a glimpse of a person. There are many insisting messages
The trees are silently weeping, Love only knows what secrets they… Tears, pain & fearfulness seem to… Of people who sit under her branch… Listen & hear her rustling, like t…
The great people fall The creek beds go dry. The great buffalo are slaughtered. The trees no longer stand so many… All these things die,
Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,
Once upon a midnight dreary, as he… All the multitudinous forms which… Suddenly there came a tapping, the… Had she caught him nearly napping?… Only she and no one more.
The eyes are a deep set brown The nose lies flat across the face… The eyebrows are in question form As she critiques the form before h… The image seen
The cross she wears on a chain Reminds her of all the pain He suffered for her When He hung on the tree And the cross reminds her of His…
Misconceived, She was misconceived A mother grieved... And she is left without Still searching for a safe
Close your eyes and listen, To the music in your head. It sings of all your hopes and dre… The things you fear or dread. It sings of all the happiness,
Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…
He knows of a man who was so proud… Now this son wanted to follow in t… He learned how to race bicycles an… He then learned how to race motorc… Always this son followed his dad,…
He pours noise into his head and c… Which added up to zero. He put alcohol in his stomach and… Leaving zero. He believed nothing of value,
Holding her head up high, She tried to stand tall. She wanted to reach above the clou… And touch the heavens. The bitter night air pushed her do…
They cannot hear Love’s words thr… Yet, they celebrate & try to inter… Song. Believe that without their creator… Exist.