through your eyes

time without mystery

In this century I walk the dog

and I have no power to die

from cliff and house wall

the green hill

spring picture walking along the pier

my eyes tearing days

how many seasons have died

since I write with my ash hand

night side

delete unnecessary words

solemn

the ocean covers you into oblivion

your body drowns

in pictures

born through love

what to say

I paint with patience

my own shadow

today

the flavors of winter

are kissing your temples

caress your prolonged face

as father's rough hands

not

not

may not allow you the freedom to run

may not let you the freedom to touch

to doubt the words

so

I bury me in my own flesh

how long

ah

I look so long at you

I am here

on the sand for a century

and sand climb under foot

into my hand that writes

I swear

god descends through your eyes

the whole sky