rain

cry rain cry
for those who dove
into the silent ocean
for those who flew
into the cloudy sky
for us too far
to hug and love them
for us to late
to reach to them
just cry a river
or what else
you rain can do
the clock is ticking
the heart still beating
I am gonna now
run rush to you
who are still near

so little we have given them
so small the tear
so thin the air
peace be with them

summer

running on the Olympic stadium, the first one, at Olympia. two girls giggling among the ancient columns. a boy swinging under an olive tree. a man swimming in the peaceful ionian sea water. old friends who grab time by the leg and keep it still with the power of love. joy of the summer, be with us, in our hearts.

song

hear the song coming up through the trunk of those trees
from the roots to the shoots
from the leaves to the wind
here its hush during fall, during spring

hear the song of the stones rolling in riverbeds
of the toads jumping in, of the fish
springing out for a dance in the the light
in the morning and then again at sundown.

hear the steps of those marching ahead
leaving the wounds behind
their pain could crack mountains, instead
they turn it to music and hum

gently hum now that you've learned
the way this world turns, make your mark
and when you have gathered your breath
raise up from your chair, raise your voice high
and sing tp your liking and track

music

the notes are sparse
the breaks are hard
but some still jump
up in the air
to start a dance
we bow and step
gently forward
we need to sing
so we can dance
our way through
life

love herself

when you feel her cheek
nothing you can think of can be so sweet;
her hair, bouncing in the air
you could not breath without her;
her feet running on roads flat or steep
keep the blood flowing fresh in my body;
her voice deep as the ocean, loud as a drum
tells to my ear i could have never become my true self
if I had not met her - love herself