stay a while.

these silent nights

these long walks

these winding paths

these cosmic doors

the secret garden is in full bloom

stay a while, 

                            don't leave too soon, 

these moments 

                        components

                                       of another way 

these absurd conversations

                    hope coupled with frustration,                         

 simple elation

ridiculous new beginnings

between losing and winning

I came by mister mouse at paddington

on the platform, half torn, 

he scurried all around me 

I was rain drenched, almost free 

from the night monsoons

my heart was racing from sprinting

across neon river roads

vague umbrella silhouettes

I suppose I suppose I suppose

there's a protection in it

i go without
the bridge over the serpentine
green earth and inky sky, both half mine
the handsome stucco houses

two stars above

the road is curving, 

and I'm losing my way

  but this

hope and frustration,    

 simple elation

of feeling a certain way

stay a while

won't you

stay a while longer

paradox of the free

is it funny

or is it sad

we never really know

anyone

is it funny

or is it sad

that often, too often

 we become

a shadow of who 

we once were

when did you stop

wishing 

                                       believing

wanting

    when did you stop dreaming

beautiful things

impossible things

always impossible

always out of reach 

lessons from above

they're only meant to teach

you, but you never learn

you just continue to yearn

for things not meant for you

let go

one day you'll come to know

something

in the folds

my empire of dirt

it sounded on the radio

a country boy's hurt

after a wander around

a burnt down house

somewhere out east

by the lake, the wild heath

the moody sky 

beneath it, I seek 

an atoms weight of peace

           a crease

unfolds in a field

       a swamp, a wild rabbit

             crazy horse

comes up again

                           and red cloud

       the bisons

they go quiet

the birds chirp, chirp, chirp,

the wind is so loud

 there is no peace

no peace no peace 

                                         no peace

but at least

          there's life

(somewhere in the folds)