Uncurling

A paper crane from a boy

who showed to me the simple joy

of a delicate fern

uncurling

A lonely pain for the boy

who showed to me the simple joy

of my passionate turn

Toe-curling

Why would I ever pass this up?

Two souls, tired of the roles

that lovers seem to buy

Why would I try not to love?

Earth school can be cruel,

love is in short supply

I feel insane from the joy

of simply having met a boy

so willing to learn

Mind-whirling

 

 

Trees

Slowly grew the ancients

green paradise of patience

and reaching forever toward the blue

here it stood

vast organic city

Slowly slew the ancients

free paradise of lumber

and reaching forever toward the blue

here it stands

vast synthetic city

Oh how few are there

and still they give us so much air

(give us beauty, green and shade)

Will we start to care?

Or will we shave Earth bare?

Slowly grow the ancients

green paradise of patience

and teaching all who dwell beneath the blue

how to stand vast, organic,

trees

Later Baby

Don't think I don't want you

if I ask you to go away

Don't think I would throw away

the gift you are to me

Don't think I don't love you,

if you ask me I will explain:

I'm saving us all some pain

and all of us is three

But don't stay away forever

Someday I'll be ready

Someday I'll be grown-up,

responsible,

and you'll like me better anyway

Come back later, baby

Find me when I am whole

and one day, inside my soul,

I'll hold you