ngaaruawaahia in autumn

 I know where the words went ! -- oh,
     they were lost in
     not enough time 
     Spent Alone,
too little Timelessness --
     they dissolved into
     schedules, stimulus & strategies

-- nothing to do with
     inhale, exhale
 or
   creative sap
   running dry...

making love
    might bring them back.
hibernation, contemplation, full moon dreaming
    ... yes.

It's the shape & sound
    of a warm bed with an 
    old lover
this autumnal, transitional air

yes -- it smells like the majick I remember --

except --
      I am All Here. 
No smoke, 
      no mirrors
I still find myself in desire
      but I see it, quickly,
      easily. 

Visions -- Capital "V" Visions 
      can ride on the back of me,
      for sure --

it's City Energy
      in the dead still 
      of small town / middle of nowhere

this time, I will 
       Not Abort --
visions can and will and MUST
Descend to Earth. 

This I promise You:
We Will. 

Space will be carved out /
The most important thing
       done first.