On a lighter sand
trying to figure out
how I get things right
I fall down from the sky
my paratrooper friend told me
too bad I only ride
all over the city
could I ask you a thing
apart from the time
we should be finding each other
I’ll be thereabouts
for now I’ve just strolled in
there’re a few men and women
sitting around on the sand
or strolling in like I just did
it’s going to be quite a night
I don’t like to begin early
until everyone’s settled down
and the moon’s on a tide
Till you are found
no I can’t stop it
if the weather’s perfect
in the warmth I discovered
I don’t sweat
all lit in the glittering
darkness of the night
as soft as the
sound of sand
dropping on sand
little do we know life
all of a sudden
I learnt to be away
to find reason in talk
I want now to know much
of how people are good
hair and face and smile
mysterious
how to become an artist
without trying
wake up blink
share the sound with the night
Sensing Seattle
you are like words
I liked hearing to
never felt like
I interrupted you
like a thought wave
on a cliff
by the salt of seaside
bouncing in
when you are looking
for finer existence
of who what besides you
like a mind looking
through the eyes
I had rather find myself
in the beyond
it’s much easier
just a ticket or two
hop or a ride
and the long distance
makes you fine
reaching is as good
as the travelled time
when its same atop the waves
as you feel on the shoreline
did you break even
did you find yourself
did you find the signs
