BETWEEN GOING AND STAYING between going and staying the attraction is unbearable the distance years apart thru time that can't be touched with this inconclusive rhyme the decisions engulfed in this enormous verse i shift between stars a distance more manageable riding the tune of two energies confiding by heart from memory reality turns my eyes to hold the glowing coal of my soul i would say from here to there from one formed stellar to another i can travel in my sleep awake clipped from your energy adrift from words from the one and only you forever lost PROTECT ME protect me from my heart buried deep and smitten when i'm writing poems consumed by pursuit and rhythm protect me from all i've written love songs and confessions from winds' revision the nature of collision when unsuspecting spirits fly protect me from the unnamed and the names i've given the long and winding road i've driven poems divine that i never find protect me from the bend of this pause the yin and the yang every moment consuming itself with you and your cause protect me from my heart buried deep and smitten when i'm writing poems consumed by pursuit and rhythm YOU I AND TUGBOATS there was the question of the power attached to our being the mirror consuming our make up each other into one at the speed of light this body disappears but craving the fire the lighthouse on the rocks the shore in fact the clock that stops keeping the slow reel of sight everything lingering within individual perspectives hardly standing still these deep feelings intermingle thinking this energy pushes pulls and holds forces wrestling with the heart a turbulence that whorls the stream but helps with breathing it does happen and a great deal more love goes unexplained and pure energy is dancing YOU CROSS MY SHADOW you cross my shadow and the moment burns its verbs speechlessly my eyes become captured you cross my shadow and the world turns the ocean desires waves and you are water to the wheel of my being the earth its moon and the air that you renew you are time on my landscape a tree within i play your name on the mirror of my voice and have heard it before i sing to the sun with the flash of my vision a light that i recognize a sudden inspiration silently you wear thru my reality following into my work with perfect hands you draw a field of static flowers and blow in color you pull from my vowels the sound of rain falling in the end your faces both complete the soul of my invention you are the poem i would write were it not already written a seed i would plant that is already growing the dawn with the day begun