つ ぼ み Buds
I search in people of varying status
for a seed of humanity.
In some I suspect there to be a bud
and a sun be shining down upon it,
Water be poured out on it,
feeding and nourishing it to greater life.
Others I assume will have matured growth,
singing of the blisses spring has swept along,
reaching to others, spreading its song,
and strengthening those that have yet to bloom.
But then there are those
that I do not understand,
no matter how strong my wish is to know.
Their dirt holds a seed, but the dark overshadows it
and the rain is ...
Night Skies, Night Skies
I like to talk to the night skies,
because they listen to me.
They read my emotions
as I pour out my heart,
and respond accordingly.
When I smile the stars twinkle,
and as I laugh the clouds spin around the earth.
And on those nights when I can't help but cry
the skies fill me with mirth.