at the gates of hermes thrice great

starry starry night
under sleepless skies
trace a circle with stone
10 miles from home

face the temple north
sing words unbound
that make giants cry

Face the mountains east
sing words unheard
that sirens create

making paths in the grass through the thick black mud
see my reflection in the glass of a shattered mirror
on the face of a rock
where the mountains meet the sky

face the meadows south
sing words unfound
that heal wounds

face the waters west
sing words unformed
that make oceans sigh

A trance of false impressions
that left their mark on me
so i dance the dance
and never leave
untill i question my philosophy

a voice to carry with

Three days down a long road
during winter twighlight, the release of shadows untold
while my mind strays my eyes stay fixed ahead
for looking back leads to wondering
that i'm somewhere that footprints disappear when tread
and the wind with a voice of a child tells me there is no reason for leaving

birds begin to chirp a song for me
to forget time if time is free
might as well dream of my house
or stare into the woods and watch my fears cascading
anything to ignore the wind at my blouse
still the voice of a child tells me there's no reason for leaving

the comfort of sleeping caught me that december morning
trailing after was the thought of caffeine
a sudden out burst of laughter
disarms the wind of its treason
relieving my fear of its stature
still the voice of the child tells me theres no reason

i rest for a moment as my feet feal embraced
selfishly frost shows its distate
the wind continues down the road
i fallow closely at its back while i fallow the season
the voice of a child asks me why its so cold
i reply that i was told there is no reason

spoken words

"unless"
There was an unspoken moment
A silence where i sighed in antisipated agreement
Never spoken word but a notion ive already felt
As if we already new the cards that destinies dealt

"being"
A part of a continues history
Unconcious fealings know spoken words mistery
Concentric equations determining with a future present
Living in a ripple undefined by the notion you represent

"individuals"
We are what we are i had said
She replied that's the best question i've heard yet
It wasn't on the t.v. set
nnnnnnoooooo, something i read

"we except"
seperation of the self from being cuts an imbilical cord
we look to others for what they may have to love or steal
disconnected the womb remains real
so far away walking and the connections not explored