Ways Of Looking

I list them off, one by one
To ease the subtle envelopement of night
They are all here, present accounted for
In the cool damp air like black birds
Settled on a chalk ledge waiting patiently
For class to begin.

The phone is ringing
7, 8, 9 times

"Here is the essence of the thing"
I mutter, struggling with the occasion
That has strangely come into being.

Somehow the list is too complete
There is something I have
Carelessly neglected to mention

Will you come

Will you come
To the narrow streets
Of my town?

There's a river 
Flowing nearby
Perhaps you would like
To see the boats go by.

There are green trees, wild flowers
Maybe you would find some mystic hours!

I'd feed you fruit and tea
Brought all the way from the city
When you'd say that
You don't have any love
To pay, I'd fetch some strength
To make you feel that
I match your wavelength.

I'd let the river answer
My love for you,
That I want to travel
With you far and blind
Because you have touched me
With your soul and mind.

Tribute

You, my gracious lover, an obsession
But a magnificent one, give meaning
To melancholic words, let a smile
Light another, and then thousands.

Open windows to a glorious sight
Your tender touch, sweet whispers,
Caress sorrows, prune rough edges,
To blossom through the day.

Lonely roads and overgrown paths
Turn into a saga of visions.

Many wings and many hues, set out
Wishful toward an unknown voyage.

Across seas, leave an indelible mark
On my yet unaccomplished trail.