Candles are lit
coffee is made
music is playing 
cream and sugar 
added and stirred 
now I wait
like a book
about to read 
mystery to tell 
oh such secrets 
of magical adventures 
when I hear
that familiar creak
that quiet walk
there you are 
and this morning 
has just begun 

And like finger 
to key I
tap my song 
on your ribs
a sweet melody 
of calm whereas
before it was 
the tympani thumping 
so loud that 
I could feel 
its own rhythm 
in my chest 
but now in
this calm I
hear the giggle 
of each delicate 
note I play 

Wisdom is a
brook in which
one can when 
found dip hands
in and drink 
at first cold 
and then moist 
it gives life
wisdom is like 
the water itself 
only a reflection 
of what’s been 
and by virtue 
of its movement 
is never there
long enough to 
pool for a 
pool is life’s 
end quietly languid 

The beauty 
love is
its wellspring 
from which 
everything else 
flows forth 
becoming trickle 
brook river 
ocean clouds 
rain and 
even snow 

Leave everything 
as you 
found it
leaving things 
better is
arrogant leaving 
things worse 
is selfish
just leave 
everything be
for you 
don’t know 
its purpose 
to you 
or anyone