BuzyI'm busy, it's trueBut when I've a minute to think, I think of you.My sigh when I finally go to bedThe first half, true is tired,But the second half is lonely for you.I remember what you say about clouds,But to me they never look paintedWhen I look at themFor a minuteBefore getting back to work.I feel the touch of the wind and sun,And it's nice,But I want your touch.My fork traces your name on my plateAt dinner.I shiver into my chilly bed,and wish you could help keep it warm.My muscles ache,but my heart aches more.It misses you,And the muscles just have an unoxidized buildup of acid.In a room of people talking,I sit and listen,And write a poem for you.I'm worried about managing everything,I'm worried about fitting in,I'm worried about making my boss like me,I'm trying to get enough rest at nightI'm busy and learning and working and tired out...But there is space in my life for you.A hole in my life waiting for you.
VERSUS SummerTo stop, and be cradled in the arms of the trees. Lean against one and feel her support. VSThey claw at life, desperate to live, to survive one more year, one more day. Lean against one, and feel your energy begin to drain away, sucked up by the tree's enourmous need, it's desperation. VS FallThe sensual, full-bodied celebration of season's end. A fiercely friendly competition of hue and vibrancy. Flamboyant laughter and color in a drunken dance across the sky before winter's sleep. VSDefeat. The frost has won and stolen the summer away. VS WinterSleeping – waiting. VS...we will all die... we will all die. VS SpringWe awake! Leaping into the cycle, we explode in leaves and flowers, a quiet hum of abundant life shivers through us. VSWith a sigh, we begin again.
Epic... And still they struggled on.The immortal still was fighting strongbut his doubts grew, this fight too long.He thought he should have won by nowBut the mortal persisted, he knew not how.... And still they struggled on.The mortal was tired, his body achedFighting with thought, and speed, and all his strengthAgainst a foe no one could beatHe had to be quick on his feet.... And still he struggled on.In the fight, beneath the ponderous moon,The two were locked for agesAnd for the mortal, it must end soonOr the turning of the pagesOf life's book would leave him behindOut of sight and out of mindHaving done nothing with his lifeBut study to fight with a sharpened knife.... And still they struggled on.Doubts and doubts multipliedBehind the immortal's placid eyesfighting 'cross the circle of crushed black stonewho's one half had no side to call it homefor there lay the great abyss.... And still they struggled on.The immortal's thoughts, plagued with doubtfilled up