who did you say you are?

Because the lightning plays the lyre,

the earthquake moves layers of thoughts,

come let’s write a dissertation

 

together, a geometry of one,

not endless me, or endless you,

we can be endless we.

 

We can’t be known for elegance

but we can cross streams eating cherries,

our lips purple and sweet and  enthralled.

photo: Scientopia Discovery Center in Napa, CA

 

 

 

 

remembering

“Run and be free. 

Look both ways 

before crossing the street”.

My instincts 

but sometimes I forget.

I’m so absorbed

with Jack Kerouac’s On the Road

or when I’m in the middle

of a thousand projects

and I’m running

through “a maze

of twisting little passages”. 

It’s not all these things.

I have changed 

since the cherry blossoms.

When I see any flower

my memory of you returns.

 

an inspiration

“Life is beautiful, extremely beautiful. And when you are old you appreciate it more. When you are older you think, you remember, you care and you appreciate. You are thankful for everything. For everything.”-Alice Herz-Sommer

 

Alice Herz-Sommer died yesterday.She was was thought to be the world’s oldest survivor of the Nazi Holocaust.

listen to her: http://youtu.be/LrXHcQyixTE

and

http://youtu.be/Sp1TiDCEK4k

 

a trance, a dream

“My arm around her shoulders

her arm around my waist”

we were walking in the garden

a cool breeze 

brushing our faces

“warm me,” she said.

 

We kissed, kissed long

colors, music, stars 

started merging.

The world disappeared.

how did I know

I didn’t know

at first

“if she would be the girl 

I will marry.”

 

“Attraction developed into liking,”

led to love.

Can seven threads and seven

steps harmonize?

 

Garlands and rings,

symbols and promises

through seven rivers and fire

“we tied the knot.”

 

after the rain

memory of a morning

I waited

you didn’t come

 

Travel

Today, travelling back home. I hope it stays sunny and dry.

the river returns

the sea embraces

mother and child

where did you go

What if I slumber

and you appear in my dream

and you look my way

should I wave

to catch your attention?

 

If you are looking the other way

should I call your name?

But I don’t know your name.

 

I remembered you

walking under the cherry blossoms

that seemed so long ago.

Your beauty which I could not deny

was not what I remembered

but your face, a smile,

a mysterious smile

that remained in my heart.

 

I didn’t see you again.

I visited the cherry blossoms 

and waited

 but you didn’t return.

 

Maybe if  I dream

 

words and what they mean

“Take off your hat.”

“I can’t do it. It’s not mine.”

The loveliness of Alice in Wonderlands.

True love has no pretensions.

I love you.

 

note: I’m taking an eCourse on Fantasy and Sci-Fiction through University of Michigan.

 

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