Fresh chance

Come
The winter of our distance is over
We're still further than I'd like
But we see each other now
If a second youth can come
Then so can second love.

Come
Don't be far
I'd like to chat and walk and drink again
Til we fall away at night
And if we ever rise like angels
Then let me be an angel ever close to you.

long

look on me

stay with me

this evening

the sky is cold

what could be said, with words

has been said

Logos

chickpeas, garlic, and salt

words are comparisons

like a squeezed sponge

that seeps thought

seeps.

is there a better word for that?

exudes?

don't know.

past saturation

the words just come out

and somehow

thought holds them together.

but words fail

in the instant

of an ippon

words fail

at the tent door

into rainy morning

words fail

in the hand you hold

words fail

...

beyond words

fragmented words

words exude when you press your brain

but what comes out when you are broken?

...

the Word

Glory

til we have faces

there is struggle

in the cage of one's mind

oh how I wish I could see

your reflection in every drop of rain

next to every grace sitting

I see cold, and wet

deep magic that condemns

and prepares to engulf

all that I hold dear

give me eyes to see deeper magic

and heart to give thanks 

for every respite

til we have faces

let me see yours

let me be an imprint of your work

and tell of your glory

all the days of my life

Pain

like a wounded bird

I'm struggling in barbed wire

it hurts to move and could wound me

but if I don't move

it will kill me

Predestined free will

Do not give up on faith and love

Do not get scared of what makes you act

You'll remain whole if you keep your goal

Intact

Do not give up on faith and love

Don't despair

Of the empty stare

Into meaninglessness and oblivion

You know the thousand sparkles

Were granted when speaking

With loved ones and nature

Do not forget

Never forget

We will remember

We will forgive

Love's creative act

Of us

Relativity

he who sees me year by year notes the leaps

she who watches day by day misses the metamorphosis

Friend from outside time, look upon me; and turn us into spring

Help

how I wish I could help

to strengthen your armour

to give you tools to fight your demons

like I have to fight mine

Mirror Image

By Attila József. Original. Song.

How it was, I don't know.

But I did once see her,

Gazed at her with wide eyes.

'twas a long time ago, that's all I know.

I watched, burning.

Her face and figure in fire-mirror,

Seared into my eyes forever

And she leaned on my heart with a glimmer.

'twas a long time ago. I don't know.