Birds Fly In The Rain

We know not the tinder of the moment    
When match is struck    
Suspended between spark and flame    
What is right? What is wrong?    
No one lives forever    
Then needs come the night    
   
Why do we keep deep diving for everything on our wishlist    
Always chasing some neurotically ordained checklist    
   
Why cant we be satisfied in the here and now    
   
Who am I    
Some random guy    
A random    
Unique    
An outlier in your world    
A shooting star outside your orbit    
   
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I’m there    
Written in the poetry of the the sky    
Clouds against the blue    
Wind riders    
My brothers    
Birds in flight    
Darting among the boughs    
Trees    
Leafy or bare    
Reaching    
Wind rustling leaves and sounding like rain    
Sometimes the sea    
The singing burble of streams    
Coursing    
Rippling around stone    
Stone older than trees    
   
I've sailed the seas    
Know the curvature of earth    
As towers sink from view    
Til's left only sky    
Blue laid on blue    
And I know the curvature of you    
   
I've watched birds fly in the rain    
We’re no different than these    
Dripping feelings that strain    
Such distant things, we    
   
Of beauty's first blush    
Deep shadowed trees    
Lowlands unstirring in mist covered dreams    
Laced web, bedewed, in dawning's gleam    
Ethereal dream catcher    
In fence's rough angle    
Wood dark from damp    
Feathered by grass    
Between asleep and awake    
   
Still quiet depths where shadows lie    
'Neath glinting sun on breeze gentle wave    
Skipping stones    
Stepping stones    
   
Moon pools    
That catch silvered sheen    
Or fairie circles, tho' rarely seen    
In clearings glade    
Bent tree trail markers    
Among labyrinth of trees    
Where deer paths wander    
   
Equinoxes and soltices    
The balances, height and depth    
The betweens when the veil is thin    
Seeing the unseen    
And Knowings    
   
I am a son of the earth    
A gazer of stars    
A wander, a dreamer    
Wood whittler    
A stacker of stones    
A lover of you    
Daughter of the moon    
   
I yearn to see you unbridled, unbound    
Letting your spirit, untethered, soar    
Speaking ancient of new things    
You'd forgotten how to dream    
Smiling at things never learned    
That show themselves willingly    
Though none so eagerly    
As me    
   
Glow in sunset set for me    
My coming night's fire    
Warm in hammock beneath the stars    
Nearness your incense    
Mingled with honeysuckle and pine    
   
Kiss as you breathe    
As life should be lived    
   
Fire    
Burning    
Burning for more    
For all    
For me    
Not a match    
But a bonfire's roar    
   
Touch me    
My soul    
Shape stone    
Weave dreams    
The husk of your voice in your flowing    
   
Let scent rough things awaken    
The pillage of my hands on your skin    
All I want for the taking    
Here and now    
In raw coupling need    
Wreath art in fire    
My venom in flame    
Glossolalia quenching red hot of forged blade    
   
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Do you ever walk outside of time    
Wing where you would    
Live without regret    
Dance in the rain    
Think of me    
   
I know of waterfalls where sun dapples the pool