I feel your energy rising in me
Like a young pale moon
Peering over the jade of an Asian jungle
A sweet warm mist floating between us
With a scent of soy
We swim as swans among stars
Graceful and grinning, glancing to
Catch koi kissing
In the green algae glow of our wake.

Omaha

It is always windy
An inevitable force
Of this hallowed place
Perhaps it explains
Why men give up their democracy
To this undying rhythm
In a land
Of destined significance
Where the predictions of history
Rend and react
Revealing the predetermined
Pattern of nations
Until out of the sea
Free men came
Walking against the wind
As they had done
On their own beaches
And against their own wind
They made their own history
Claimed their own destiny
Left their own patterns of responsibility
With the rhythm of their determinism
"It is always windy," they said.

noitcelfeR

I know what you are

You do not muse me

There is no aura bizarre

To trace with a word bazaar

The surface shine of your sea

Is all the depth you reveal to see

A pirated glare through a looking glass, our

Gaze we share, a stare at we