depth of horizons
hands climb higher
hands wary lower

There are hilly horizons.
Hazy, smooth.
Pine- hard prickly foliages.
Barrens and fields. Endless lungs
                             spread for multitudes.

   Rich pink wind castle staircases
   Lush blue water ballet pool
Our heavens are leaking. Our chase is like a spiral. like a dance. like a dive. like an ascent.
we sink deeper.
we float lighter.
which of any of this is just
our own wonderland ?
who's to take credit for
all this love ?

she feels
like cool rain landing on my skin
or harsh kisses sent through the wind

You're a better me
       than I could hope to be
So I'll learn from lesser
       reads that in which I see
Reaching for what is we,
       for there we fly like free

the love flows like water today,
can you feel it ?
i'm leaking into the wind.
the car windows are down.
it's flowing new;
cusping of old.

a motorbike turbo.
an anthem of courage.
resonant dynamos.
canted sliding streets.

I leaned my head
against the comfort
of my wall and
smiled with my shadow.

the tower fell and now
we speak in so many
different ways.
so many different languages
more than even spoken by the mouth.

language
and
logic.

you speak
through the canvas.
flash your brush
on every secret
we could hold to keep,
you lover.

those that would silence you
know of your power.
but within the loving civility,
the silence of their hatred
shall destroy them
with their own suffering.
trust these words;
like a sign posted on city hall.