That passes

Willow by the bank
I hope you are well
With the water that passes
Under your tresses
With the brook that runs
With the nest at your roots
With this season of ruin
With the burgeoning fruit.
I hope you are well
With the water that passes.

Be worth it

Call me an idealist

But from the start

Just be worth

A broken heart.

I don't mind tarts

Artists, Spartans

But I ask this for certain

Should you strike with Cupid's dart

Just be worth a broken heart.

From a love that's lost
I bought the old bay tree

That rooted now

Grows wild and free

With leaves that lend

A depth to tea

This one thing I'll ask of thee

Even if we one day part

Just be worth a broken heart.

One dawn, one dusk

Above the sea

One lingered cusp

One hand in need

Even without bended knee

If to love you well

Means to set you free

I'll take the shilling and embark

Just be worth a broken heart.

Rock pools

Under the skin

Dip, like thrown rock

And it's cool

In a thin, sun-cradled layer

On the top.

Stretched hands out like darts

Into almost ice

In the dark, murk

Deep hollow of rock

Sun does not touch, dense

Almost ice

Swaddled in slowed time

And all within becomes fire

Fighting, almost ice

To the light, the surface and sun

The shining picture of mountains

When the skin stills again.