SONG OF THE NIGHT

I heard the birds moaning like it was a funeral,
as if a loved one had died
I heard the insects croaking,
hidden in the grass, behind the trees
and who knows where!—
It was a loud, discordant noise;
yes, the night was theirs, and I was an intruder!

have you ever been outside at night
and heard noises you wouldn't otherwise hear during the day?
It's as if the world doesn't belong to us,
as if the real owners of it wake up at night
to claim what's rightfully theirs;
as if the day has died
and the night has awakened
to haunt the living;
we don't belong there—
oh, the night has a voice!
listen to it mourn!

THE WORLD, A CURCUIT

The world was one supercomputer connected
through circuits and circuits;
many pathways led to other pathways
and data was looped hooped;
thoughts, feelings, words, sounds,
war, famine, peace, money--
you name it! You name it!
Although it seemed disconnected,
it was all connected by one
Central Processing Unit;
with each loss part of
a greater gain.

Raison d’être

I love you so much
You are my raison d’être
What am I? a man?

Yes, more than a man
But a prisoner of love:
Can't live without you

Desire's poison
Once it's inside it's unseen;
And it kills slowly

RAFT PULLED BY BOAT

Waves tumbling slowly
Then violently with passion,
Splashing me wholly

Two columns open 
And the raft speeds through
And then it's swollen

A foamy layer
Is pulled behind like a tail
Like stormy prayer.

Oh, it's fun to ride
A raft pulled behind a boat
Sailing through the tide

SLEEP TIME

It is time to sleep

Even though the night is young

And there’s work to do

MORNING, NIGHT, NOON

The morning is young,
but the night us very old,
the afternoon noon is youthful.

LIFe

LIFE

It is time to breathe

The fresh air with open lungs

And feel it inside

Life’s mysterious

Yet we live it every day

With little effort

Few, if any, know

The hidden meaning of life--

Billions have lived it