Kevin's Watch

Too kind. Thanks so much. I'm just happy if I and a few others get some joy from them.

Spoken like a true artist.

I AM THE EARTH

Wind—
Has blown

Long my life
Everything I am
I give to you
Nothing that I do
Would help

Cracks—lay
Paths of futurity
Aching in the present

All that I am
Pours; sun
What words might I pass
To your heart

A tumult of nations
Reading scripture

This is a syllable
Paths—of futurity
Like years—the heart
I love you; paths
Rain comes

In the present
I am here
Not forever
I am here

Just so
I love you
The rhyme; of the day

I am the earth
Sing; I am; the winter
I was someone else
A year ago; I am the earth
Just so

Here

My heart lay
In
White rivers

Surrender
Surrender

Gasping
In; and out
Of phase
Electrical lines
Tapered

The night is long
Our hearts
In labor

Surrender
Flowing
Flowing out

II.
The fragments of our love
The memory
A childhood; water
Parting; white linen
A memory

Cool drapes awaken
His voice

I keep you only so long
He said; I
Held you; for all time

The weight of love
The weight of love

WOW!! I love "Here"...

I keep you only so long
He said; I
Held you; for all time.

Awesome.

Yeah. Not sure about the title. But it will do for now.

Rococo

The woods are leavened
With light and rain
The piano, falling
Falling

How; words; fill

I am the white
Walls
The cracking whisper, departed

The wind; they
Are not me
Truth

I am the clarity,
Overreaching
The darkness, enfolding
The soft, lilting
Song of songs
Of generation

Violin
And lute;
Wood and rain

Play with me
Play

Seal me

SHE SINGS THE WORLD ALIVE

A cigarette
Lay dying
In a turn lane

The texture
Of my life
Passes

Four years
Four years
Did not teach you

Day and night
The fleur-de-lis
Calls
The lotus
Flowers
Conjoined
Of the earth
Of the wind

They call in the dark
In misery
The woods; still
The tide
Meets

They call

No eunuchs for God’s kingdom
At the wedding feast
In traffic jams
He asks for ketchup
Buy, buy; buy
The record playing

Day and night
Without end
What day is this

The thrum of existence
In a farther chord
Of remembrance
The lotus; flowers
The fleur-de-lis
Calls

What—day

II.
She washes plates
before you were born
Her voice floats
They gather to eat
And she washes plates
Before you were born

They dance
Around the trees
Until
The shadows
Are the trees

Until

You know
Of what I speak

Light
And shadow
Fills the air

She
Sings
The world alive

The traces
Flickering

Are the trees

Silently

Fall
With me

Awhile
Silently
As; you
Rise
To meet
The heavens

Fall

The song
Was here
In stone
Somewhere

Fall
Fall

Aspects


I am

A shade

In dying light

II.

That I might speak

Upon the things

That have no name

III.

There are years
Which we have wandered

Years
That
We forget

All that I wish for you

Is here

There is nothing
I could say

IV.

The wind passes

That stone knows it

V.

The world falls

We are in warmth
And death

I fear you
Won’t let go

I fear you
Are holding on

VI.

What words might I pass

What sayings

I have spent all my love

VII.

I tell you now—
We are cracking full

VIII.

I tell you

There’s nothing left
My love

But all is well

Of what is
And what could be

But all is well

IX.

Beads
Of rain
Contain

The loving melody
That we need

All the music
That we need

Is candlelight

Absent

Rain

Filling hours

X.

A fire
Was born here

Wind; turns

In currents

On a lake

Sun
So bright

I know it is God’s love

The last melody
Is played
Out

The last cup
Toasted

The players
Are forgotten
Their voices
No more

The tide
Is lingering
Near the shore

The night
Is fallen

The night
Is wide

THE VOID


At rest
In motion

God is silence

II.

An eastern wind
Hits a hill

Some things

Are never seen

A hand
Drawing like a stone

Water—empty

III.

A tone—fills

What is the dawn bell

We must find a place

In the text

IV.

Places
Older

Than ourselves

Trees in bloom
Wind turns

V.
In the fractures
And the lines

A fire

Would that I could

Fill a million years
With my passion

Would

VI.

The lake still

Mist—rising

The flute—somewhere

I am
The morning
Kneeling

Clearing—
Like a bell

I am—the frost
The wind

I am—

I

Am


VII.

I am not afraid

Of what is to come
Of what is

I am here
Not forever
But I tell you

This is real
I am here

And between the spaces
Is God

VIII.

May I

Break through

May I

To some higher
Sphere

IX.

Stones
Washed
By wind

The currents
Washed

X.

Past is no more
Future
Present
Light—unending

XI.

What am I
When nothing
Can remind

Am I—images
My friends
A love
A song
The sweat
The wind
Am I
The lens of time
Am I
In motion
Still

Am
I

An idea—their idea
Am I

What place—

You can be anything
You can go anywhere
No more limits

I tell you