through the long grass
blood sweat and tears
unknown the destination
life
His shadow led him
His shadow led him as he walked away from evening.
Turning to catch the falling of the sun, the path of his life was clear, scuffed through the grass of experience and forgotten lovers.
He turned away again and closed his heart. Forward, always forward, until the end.
in parks
playing chase in parks
sitting and thinking and talking in parks
walking alone around parks
beginning maze
beginning maze end
lifelong paths too soon forgotten
spring should never end
I asked an old one the secret of life and they said
thoughts and words and feelings
companionship and friendship and loving
but most of all
yes most of all
blood and sweat and honey
we flourished
we flourished in the sun
harvesting one another’s flowers
and now we feed tomorrow’s fields
in the darkness snow falls
in the darkness snow falls, covers snowdrops
green heart quivers
daylight cracks unclouded sky
iced snow shields the living
From the star the finger pointed
From the star the finger pointed.
Light or lightning leapt the chasm and new life sparked to heartbeat. Energy in the bellied seed became the sapling, the desert oak which stands upon red-sanded rock. Branches spread in shelter, night air now rests soft.
Journeys, arrivals, tables overturned.
And so the life of ever begins, a star, and finger pointing.
A sign of life
A sign
a sign
of life
of life
is all
is all
I need
[pause]
is all
is all
is all
I need
[pause]
is all
is all
is all I need
[pause]
A sign of life
of life
is all I need
is all
is all
is all I need
[pause]
[pause]
[pause]
A sign
a sign
of love
of love
is all
is all
I ask
[pause]
is all
is all
is all
I ask
[pause]
is all
is all
is all I ask
[pause]
A sign of love
of love
is all I ask
is all
is all
is all I ask
[pause]
[pause]
[pause]
A song
a song
of love
of love
is all
is all
I have
[pause]
is all
is all
is all
I have
[pause]
is all
is all
is all I have
[pause]
A song of love
of love
is all I have
is all
is all
is all I have
A song of love is all I have
Horse years
Horse years run faster than human years, you’ve seen that boy, haven’t you? Yessir, though, now you’ve finally caught me up. You’re 25 now, 25! And me nearer 80 than not. Not long to go maybe. What say we jump that one last canyon? What say? Let’s go.
simonsalento 