Picture

Along the seam of the precipice
Awaiting us with its ocean-like
grass
and sky
Raving with glory, blue with debt.

Sits a crow
Eyes as deep as eternity itself
and an old tree
Gnarled from knowledge but
happy

They all smile:
O' tree, crow, cliff, and sky
It seems as if
They all like the company

Stars

Today, I saw the moon outside
What a simple fact.

The hunter  stood with a missing leg,
The moon replaced his head.

Today, the stars were bright outside
They spoke to me at once.

They told me what it meant to live,
to see these types of moments.

Today, the sky formed its link outside
With us and the heavens.

The path fell down in a wift of silk
It unraveled its stories.

I look up at the sky today,
I'm happy that I did.

Blizzard (1)

Snow wafts along plain
Howling but also silent
Self-confidence screams

Too Soon

When did the stars fall?
When did the Night Bird call?
When did foreign mists overlap
your shadowy thoughts?

It happened on the Dark of Death,
The unexpected time,
The Night Bird was the one to sing
The mourn stuck in my path.

There was no star to see that day,
They all dropped from the sky.
Those small dreams tucked away
Were dimmed with misty thought.

Oh, why couldn't come the latter day,
Or even in the noon?
For how can someone handle something
That has come too soon?