Chai Fires

Lines and expectations

Burn

In the hearts of some

As excitement and

Chai

Whereas others just yearn

For the quiet break

For the tide to turn

And for their future lives

Asleep

To wake

Wish wish becoming

A wish is only as good

For the soul

As the soul is happy with

The result of said wish

Coming through the true mist

Of both time and allotment

Is

Generally what you will let it be

Challenging dreams

We humans need

Hard things to do

To challenge ourselves

Through

Into next

And yet

We dream

Of time unending

And of responsibility faded

As if somehow that

Could be more rewarding

Than the pursuit of this

The wish

Learning to walk as a haiku

Hardled knees of youth

Get up and try now again

With hope renewed, step

In dreams, of dreams, and

A human dream
Which pulls from time
Is often of a place to settle down
And spend, and spend
Even more time abound
In such a place

Maybe when
You finally find it
You will
And won't so much as waste
The time in dreams
Anymore

Friendships beyond, a tanka

Good friend always know
Even if feelings are far
And fading time tolls
Like a bell of reunion
Where again we can be found

Love so bright

How can you write
About a sunset or first light
If your house is of glass
And everyday so
How your eyes ignite
With the same bright rays and rights

How?

How can you not
As you already have

Other ships

One thing you wish for
Always is to see
A ship safe to harbor
And yet able to sail still

Be it away
Or towards

It should be
So

This life unspent

Of all the silly places

And ways to spend

Your life in time

The most must be

This

In the way of which you

Do not desire

Are not rewarded for

And in no ways loved

(For doing so)

Of instability

Help is not

Like water of flowing

Of drinking most sweet

When untouched

But then

When you just know how

To swim for yourself

You will

And when someone

More than they are willing to help themselves

Asks

You won't

Sometimes, once jumped

The jumper wants to drown

Do not die

Such sounds are quiet, a haiku

Kill me with a look

Passing by like a drum beat

So sounds out time, quiet

Of reset

A clamoring mind

In my own

I can find

Most often enough

Once alone

So am I

Happy to be there

In this escape away

Yes please

For you are you

We are us

And I am mine - these are we

Us both

In this

Quiet need

Of reset

Breathing breaths

A breath is a breath
Is a breath
Is not a word
Is a meaning perhaps
And yet nothing at all
But to survive
To endure
To desire
To mean nothing
And to learn
That a breath
Is a simple
Yet as a sound
To be heard

A spark amongst sparks

Our comforts burn

And wishes for

Our own ways to wind

Through valleys of hope

Yet one day with a crash

Like these forest fires burn

When an unforseen conflict

Like a friction to start

This occasional spark

To an unpleasant flame

Burst and turns

To dread

Cold knows not

Cold knows not

How harsh it is

Unless summer enters in

After spring has done it's work

And is welcomed such 

Near to speak again

And remind within

How the coat of winter snows to know

That they need not always lay

With such chilling force each day and so

And so now at least

This cold doest know

Then hope will shine

When beautiful days

Step into your foyer

And trees wave back

In an opportunistic way

Then hope will shine

Falling joy from the sky

As you see the land before you now

More before as ever it had been in past

And wishes abound

And will sound

Like dreams come true

Or so I pray for me and you

And you and me

It to be

Saria

Waters down and sometimes south

A river doesn't announce

It's need to flow

Or desires of south

It is completely separate or rhyme

Or of human ways entangled so

Woth gravity it goes

As a pulling means to a light rippling end

I see

That river is truly a need to run

And such should be

Expressed this true desire

The same kind which flows within

This pulling, falling, southbound me

Faith and this, for me

The other

Is one of the quickest ways

To remove from self

And be freed again

At peace

Some goodnight words, not goodbye

To be gone

Someday

Is not a bad thing

From this mortal coil

Though it may be sad and true

Leaving memories behind

But I

Know where my yesterday keeps

And why I lived it

And that flight was mine

I will never be free

So long as there is time

So be

So bright days may be yours in mind

Happy little trees

An artist needs no eyes

Other than theirs

To see the seed of mind

Once sown

Once grown

We trees all grow

Regardless of

Which humans see us

Fell us or know

Regardless it is

Like a painting

So