Slow Row With The Wind

More further as long as I can look
beyond in a gate behind in a cloud
I will hold strong keeps coming closer
onward across in our vast sky
Might yet my feet won't see ground
In the leaves rolling past within
the night's wind is blooming
a higher thing my eyes are blurring
Awhile wing's rising falling more
The cure is a path and brought on by
the sunlight has anyone seen
It is morning shining opens hope
Over the street of stonework
and in a desire for faith's struggle to
free got me through all gone
by away abounded mood a melody
moves me somewhere to someway
other than today go in the wind
unfolding more farther this is harder
to avoid open the door downpour
overhead overlived looking at
the whole tree bending in heavens
Made lovely between I feel continual
Change is beautiful and that's nice
strange bright star shining fire
Into my own fire distant emotions
fallen waters the flood cleans
the ground clearly we all knew it
do excel through every sense
The birds on water or flying above
looking out and looking up I fell
At sunrise overnight at sea below
In the sky clouds I watch now
they swing low on a sweet string
within the looseness of our minds
Quick round extending wings
arms over blue water burst of air
In two hearts unite through verse
into the sky next course if any
a fish a bird finding downstream
wanders through and passing
something melting compounds
above under words the gentle love
so warm around in a bright sound
this side if present gets cold
Is smooth mist from off of what is
enfolds me for morning today is to fly
fly fly away I'll fly away in a gate
in a cloud come out and bloom
and will in my eyes a framework
without a bell without a wind
by a moon so full so swell to the max
How neat it will overfill my heart
On a full flow of feet rising falling by
leaping for joy by lapping onto an edge
I give to a breeze soft slow a hold
upon I take to a wind hard fast stirs
upon words in hopeful if you would
not care whirling together that I am
In like a maze on in like a mess on
in a gaze on a look on in a book
in hand on a look on one side of a river
Made lit bright candles burning
In like your warm eyes illuminating
In like on these soft words again
drifting on a tune I get to know
Slow row with the wind
in each sentence each entrance dark
empty at a distance glowed upon
a mist covers us within a ghostly face
As we both lark late to the river
Deep parked boat beside the moon
for such a new bloom that floated
on top does drop warm a thought
is this real how could i not say
I feel it will somewhat reveal deep
the end of each day is a flame
burning through glass circles
turning spokes with words broke
In grace beyond a bright unbalance
In fragments of silver light shining
Bliss on the water flowing
Bliss on the air flowing a look see
at hand and foot and face
finally at space is there no go thru
So I paint a picture l don't know where
So l paint a heart because l care
made lovely between two pages
Always holes I wore one sure spark
one small sun in the darkness
seen coming or going out on what sign
An unclear note that broke apart
it needed the most so is this for
A time pleasant and combined it once
A dim remark lines fallen lost
The reach for art or by I wrote in a
row boat to dabble thoughtful
And dark wind rolling over my craft
small seeing all on drawing or poems
white by the sun each got bleached
I rewrote l redrew to look to see
atlease imagination never failed me
I want to sail my spirit on fleet
of paperboats to set free lead on a head
Not heavy how it could be although
there is no slow in me in dreams loose
becomes the cords of passions wide
emotions attached to lines from inside
a string of time dots and circles are simple
It maybe strange without let us upon
the search open I reach my hand more
far as close enduring minds can think it
be it thank it so do not avoid is half solved
use it push it a wish unbounded
but connected loving spirit unlimited
believes it seeks it when about today
Down in the air around in light in heavy
thereof could sedate seem could love shall
help the need thirsty thirsty thirsty
hungry hungry hungry of a middle and a star
In like a star bright thoughts of tomorrow
Dark on main struggle first work on
when abstract flat hurts on the back
Slow row with the wind
to plan the distant shore without
a compass what purpose hold close
let us land let us stand saying
something for a new sense
a new reason in another new view
in another new season like a hobo
I go without direction to know
here is real hearing on a harp
dwells the positive negative force obscured
In the night falls rolls winds flown across
In a mood and a thought aired fresh
continues to stay in a right mixture
Headlong we fell into it delighted
to blend into this darkness enlightens
no end most it will fall on in deep bit seen
Set to keep a memory of long ago
it is no clearer than it was
Now it is morning high and on low
Slow row with the wind
Are sure the four winds of feelings
at notice there apiece ignored before
But not because but to become
in leaves behind in leaves kind
I find those remaining photos Summer
I turn each one over to read what was
Wrote upon sometimes just nothing
how I still try to press reckless
access into the eyes which is filled
with by a water a fire below a wind
a hope a promise to do not exstinquish
Forever burns warm pockets
inward blank white sheets of clouds
of stars outward will do me enough
somehow someway to remake
our gentleness to embrace again
certainly can bring within
Slow row with the wind
Out the heart into the hands holding
Dreaming even when unfeeling winds
Folding back upon the sail
Made it a bit more solid
In close you can tell my distance
enduring endearing minds
Slow row with the wind