August 16, 2006

youiusthem


the world around -us-
is shaped
by our minds.

you/i
us/them

we all
share the burden
of shaping, creating,
forming in our minds -
those delicate things called
dreams hopes desires
m e m o r y,

and the sound - of -
saxophones in the
night.

remember the smooth granite
pink in the morning sun
from so long ago?

can we,
after long kiss goodnight
depart from day's end
to rise in the
m i s t s
of dawn

unbounded - dissolved -
of ego
where no boundary exists?

like the time i gazed across the open sea.
immutable, but unlike me
boundless,
for i - had to return
and she just stayed.

the pink granite -
its still there,
well, it was yesterday.
when i said goodbye
like the scores of
dreamers who'll dream just as high.

one day,
i will search through
the attics of my mind
to find the remnants
of my-
world.

the only things that
will have changed will be
dreams hopes desires
m e m o r y,

and how my gait - will -
be slightly different
than the youthful stride
I displayed yesterday.

the rock the sea the world
will still

be there.

you/i
us/them
will have found
a new(er)
place.



Mount Clark and Clouds - Sierra Nevada, CA

1 comment:

Jiling 林基玲 said...

if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
skip
around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one

one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we come who)
one's everyanything so

so world is a leaf so tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now

now i love you and you love me
(and books are shutter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we

we're anything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we're alive)
we're wonderful one times one

- ee cummings