Foothills

There is a certain penetrating cold
Felt only in your bones,
Felt only in the foothills
And in the shells of souls.

We walk into the foothills
Searching for the cold, and
For that chill which may reveal
Why bones are warmed by souls.

Goodbye

My friend, these days it seems
you're not all here.
And so I'm left to say goodbye
as bit by bit you disappear.

Doctors talk and nurses shrew:
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
Half a man, but full of hell,
Progressively I say farewell.

Goodbye, goodbye.
My friend, I say goodbye.
Soon, it seems, you will be gone,
So piece by piece goodbye.

Tracking dreams

Dreams, we say, are to be chased
Like a child with a jar
Who aims to catch the stars

I would have come along to chase your dreams
But I am earthly-bound
And my footprints hold me to the ground

Footprints are not far removed from stars
They are the tracks of dreams across the sky
And I can't help but think
You're up there with a jar.

Reflections

Into the void and formless Earth
The Creator God carved lines between
The darkness and the light,
The heavens and the seas.

And at the waters edge reflecting
Yin and Yang roll smoothly into one another
Like two candles of a different color
Burning end to end.

So could it be that you and I
Advance, retreat like burning wax?
And dance along the waters edge
In paralleling skies.

One gives, one takes,
And you and I, in opposing wakes,
Wade toe-to-toe where Earth and Heaven
Intersect and in the end we are both different
And the same.