Mirrors

It wants to know itself:

It breaks in two

So one half can see the other

The parts want to know

Their selves in turn

And so they break again

They split in surreal ways:

They swirl and shine

They twist and ache

They lose themselves

In dense intense realities

Mirrors everywhere!

We live in them

And they in us 

Wind

Trapped in my own creation

Trapped feeling me as I am

But when the wind blows

It blows me and with me my sense of time

With lawless waves I sway

Feel myself ache in this wild display

This lamp is lit and burning

Fumes of fragrant oil

This canvas is drowning

In colours exotic and unseen

This brew is brewing

And feeling itself evaporate 

This instrument strikes itself
And in doing so creates itself

I burn brighter now and then 

To remind me that I am

Ring

Ring! Ring!
Buzz! Buzz!
Honk! Honk!

Pitter patter!
Old cheesy song.
Meadows radiating
Infinite shades of green.
Pitter patter!
Ring! Ring!


Stopped raining,
Silent, sleepy heads.
The window slightly open,
Cold, wet breeze.
Behind, a lady singing
a honey-sweet melody.

Buzz! Buzz!
Someone laughs at the back.
The wind feels so good.
Want more!
"Umm," (who's sitting before me?)
"Could you open the window more?"

Window slides.
Meadows open.
Hair. Nose.
The lady singing.
Smell of wet grass.
Glasses. Eyelashes.
Cold breeze.

Ring! Ring!
Do birds wonder
What we sing?
I hum to the wind.
Hair. Skin.
Cool breeze.
I sing to dream.