Do you smell the redwood trees? Darling, love, baby, Take me to the beach Watch the sun set Rest your tired feet. Darling, love, baby, I am not whole anymore Live with me a little wounded And I will give you more and more. Darling, lover, baby, Inspiration comes in many forms I'm a painter, I'm a poet Who painted you so beautiful? Darling, lover, baby, They say the river heals all wounds I never say what I a thinking Unless only the forest listens. Darling, lover, baby, We kn

Close your eyes, Listen To your heartbeat I do not expect you to tune out your thoughts I think that is impossible, Or I would not write so much. Eyes closed I see A hearth, Old fashioned, The center of A well loved cottage. Stone mantle. Plaster walls. Leaded windows, You know, the ones with The pattern That forms diamonds? The fire In the hearth Burns hot, A home. Maybe it is peacefully quiet. Maybe music plays From the Thrifted Record player. Something old, Before our time

If you listen to their screams They speak Better than we do. And with all the time They spend watching From trees, Railing, Empty chairs, Which they are more deserving of Than the people This world was made for. And all that time watching, Don't you think the Stellar Jays know A little more about you Than you know about Yourself? If you cannot see Past their beady eyes Then I don't blame you, But it's a shame You'll never Look at the Stellar Jays Knowing they are One of many

In the spring And bugs crawl over me Reminding me One day I will be a corpse. It's not sad. It's beautiful, I think if anything, everything, Was forever We would forget to be grateful, Of course I am afraid The end comes too soon But I learn to face the sunny days And thank the bugs Only when the bugs eat my bones Will I rest, Until then I endeavor To love someone Every day Worship the sun Worship the moon Climb the ocean Swim every mountain range And kiss their perfect face.

I do this funny dance, Hummingbird Of honesty held in my hand, Gets eaten by a snake And my lips never move, saying things that do not match my brain Snakes can swallow anything whole - ostrich eggs and the earth And I am glad you cannot read my mind, it's dark in there, you'd lose your light Why are snakes a symbol of evil when they're just trying to survive? But I wish I could form my thoughts into sounds and say you are a perfect star in this violet - blue sky