Silence.

There in the stillness I'll find you,
Cloaked in darkness out of view.
And from my breath I will discover,
How to be near you dust hovers.

How flies and even insects,
Who live for mere instants,
Still spend hours enjoying you.
And in you we perceive what is true.

In your stillness we find stillness.
In your rest we find rest.
In you we find what in our mind we dress.
And in your shadow, our shadows we confess.

Monsoon.

Moon cries blinded, by the veil you ill timely provided.
Owls do not appreciate the pranks you create.
Nights comes sooner but you throw sheets of water over.
Soon and colder than anyone can bear, they are hit by pales of water you prepare.
Out on paths you muddle and puddle the earth, you make deer slip as they skip through the dirt.
Out in the night the rumbles and lights, fill tiny creatures with fear and fright of the night.
Now you joke but soon will bored fall asleep, until the day you awaken and far from home weep.

Office.

Omniscient management networking.
Fluorescent lights, pleasantly annoying.
Finite forms, storm and perform for a premium.
I conform to the norm hum along to jazz in the atrium.
Creativity crushing conformity called 'motivation', we pawn personalities for pensions.
Every day we do our best work, ever dying we try to give. in death will we joke having only half lived?

Brand new day

The sun comes up the day rolls on.
You compromise yourself and it all goes wrong.
By the time it sets and the shadows grow.
The gloom and of the night to come becomes your own.

So sleep on it and let it die the irony is when you do.
You'll rise refreshed and feel alright it's a brand new day for you.

Morning.

Cold...
But not so cold that it bites.
Enough for goosebumps and momentary shivers..

Folds...
Of my bed in the light.
Too late to snooze, too comfy to leave the covers.

Mist...
On the top of my teacup.
Hot enough to wake me, cool enough to swallow.

Lists...
And reasons to get up.
But I'd rather watch the rain race down my window.

When my eyes are closed.

New worlds are in view.
Foreign land and native hands.
I can see you.
Helping children understand.

Suddenly the scene changes.
And we're in danger, on an adventure.
Everything seems stranger.
But you're here, and that's clear.

There's a cameo appearance.
From a stranger I remember.
There's a glimpse of the darkness.
I'm not here, I'm not near.

My eyes open.
In a whirl the world.
Fades and is broken.
I grasp in futility, for a moments memories.

But all I catch is you.
Half asleep smiles warms my heart a while.
And then glazes through.
And I'm back on the scene searching my dreams for you.

Seasoning the seasons

It starts with water that greats the air.
Milk and sweat in our mothers care.
Plucked from our lips far too soon.
Saffron and mint to cool the wounds.

Cloves to chew to clean the teeth.
Of curries chilies and basil sweet.
As curry leaves and pepper.
Mustard and coriander.
Add fervor and flavor.
Heat and fever.

Cinnamon and sugar.
Honey and nectar.
Lemon and ginger.
In tea and coffee as we watch the years.

And then Myrrh and salt when our end is here.

Binary to reality.

Detained by a desk.
Caught in a cubicle.
Restrained by grotesque.
Drafts and articles.

These tube lights blind.
A/C fumes choke my lungs.
Please give me breezes unrefined.
Lazy days in the sun.

Where I can let ink bleed on the parchment.
Run on naked feet on grass not pavement.
Stare at greens on trees instead of screens.
Stunned at the un-pixelated clean emerald green

Use arms to climb, reach, caress and feel.
Lose myself only to find when I'm lost, I'm real.

Freed from binary breathing.
Totally living to be.
Indeed that would be finally living.
Mortally broke, but free.