Clouds fell to the ground

from a great faraway

and brought the smell

of Turkish delight here

into this cold play

"Don't make up stories"

whisper I to I

and snap back 

into the present grit

Let me have this experience

through beauty

Beauty doesn't quit

I may point at the shadow

but it doesn't show the one

who casts it

And when I'm trying to run away

I'm only spinning tires

focused on misunderstanding

Smoke dancing above chimney

I watch it in the morning

So peaceful

like Ando's Buddha hill

in snow

You are you for so long

you don't think about it

until she comes into your life

to tell breathing stories

And you look upon yourself

touched by her wonder

off you go to explore

your very own territories