THE Brightest STAR i Know ~ is you.

makes me warm in words bright

i take a dip into a book

fears feathery on clouds

oh sweet words will come to me

that was beautiful free from exceeding

my heart of uneven line

as time and tide flows

and throws me here

on a vivid red wing of passion

of deep thrist in my heart

by the brightest star i know

soothe my confused sorrow

now a slow sigh leary yet mighty

a bird flies off the cliff's

edge all the time and seeks thoughts

on growing wings

remains constant soul stranded on shore

but free from within first bound

first branch to grow

first branch to drop

first in Spring to roll the rock

on a dark road of a dark fire

a dark red robin mad gathers stuff

in the birdhouse, in the mail

in the nest, in the head

clear the clutter and untangle the sail 

and keep going steady onward

heart subjected

head neglected

are finally are flown and floating onwards

the papers, the feathers

of those times in flight

and repair in the open air

whatever, however, you want us

new enough now

out with the blooms bright

colors delight in the open air dreams

unknown reasons

too immense to embrace

though real to me i just wanna feel and see

always quite at home

always amongst friends

always with faith

i write some poems

furnished together

to leave them unfinished

oh, Spring, you come and go unnoticed

in our little world

i get ready head keep steady wait

at one long jump

my feet hit the ground

Bump, Bump, Bump 

the sweet wind strange

out on the range

at times i try and do and carry through

sudmerged in verse

of the mirror still, of the window sill

impart by the brightest star i know

the more you grow

the more you are the star of the show

the more lifting of light in the dark

so indulged, so adsorded

what is happening

befallen mist the clouds bring

a-hard rain below

above anew alive again

the shrine of sunshine

i go and soak my head in

a flash of truth

a dash in blue ink

under the star i know more of

flyin' doves, flyin' hawks

the leaves are bright red

on growing wings 

remains contant soul stranded on shore

but free from within first bound

first branch to grow

first branch to drop

first in Spring to roll

the rock up-hill

over the top, don't stop!

i couldn't think