the sky the sea
inside               inside
you                              you
corners                                 circles
of                                             of
the deepest                                              the deepest
blue                                                           green
at night                                                    at night
stars                                                stars
dance                                   bell
from dark                     then blink
strings             unseen
and spark and sink

this light        this warmth
now resting                        now wrapped
between us                                          around us
will one day                       will one day
flare and fade       ember into ashes

(thebreathwegivethebreathwetake)

and so
runs the circle of the sun
and so
weaves the color of each season
and so
coins the full white of the moon

and we too shall
spin
and we too shall
wheel
and we too shall
vibrate alive

)inloveinloveinloveinlove(

tree
to         to
tree
to        to
tree

w in d fl ic ked and sp in ni ng

along the canals to register just the slightest

in
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on
up
on

the surface of the water

m m
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m t
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to    to
gold            ghost
along                    alone

dead leaves are wind kicked
that dry scrape of loneliness
i will wait for you

deer tracks in the snow
forget what you think you know
enjoy being lost

a restless night’s sleep
my first thought in the morning
our bed half empty

the orange lanterns
filling up the night sky
so many souls rise

the frogs sing loudly
in the flooded midnight fields
a quick end to sleep

the snow is falling
a world i cannot catch
is right before me

over drifted stream
the snow bridge holds well for now
spring is so patient

pink and orange clouds
the mountains too are aflame
things unreachable

a wet monk running
his open umbrella
would much rather walk

one set of footprints
walking in the wet sand
me without you

full moon sounds its bell
let the castles call the clouds
make me that promise

across the night sky
who is immune from the moon?
the snow ghosts might know

across the forest
a woodpecker taps a song
snow shadows of birds

yellow red orange
she weaves the autumn trees
tresses unleaving

swimming beyond shore
heavy rain flattens the sea
you helped me leave you

just before harvest
the rice patient in the fields
impossibly green

hidden in a life
everything has a season
she is ascending

this a moonless night
of black strings and crow feathers
who shall wear this shroud?

a full winter moon
paints the snow as something else
beautiful blue light

autumn’s contrition
invites winter's forgiveness
white sweeps of penance