Tell me

how many times

you've been obsessed

with Jan Garbarek

Sudden coffee in my house

clothes weaved with cigarettes

Comfort, friends, some oil paint

a guitar, creek water, cake 

We created a whole field

of just being, simply loving

you and everybody else

Looking forward to life

as the days fill up with surprises

Pouring milk foam into my cup

what's underneath is always changing

As we walk we water

and because we're moving

we might never see the bloom

But other flowers will be on way

watered by others

Program me to understand

the subtle

Drivel masked as canyons

Colour within the gyrus 

of the mind