What's One More?

[Szerenade]

I'm back again, with a new trove of poems and a slightly different style. If you've ventured into this thread, thank you for visiting!


Breeze

Skiers away for the summer,
The green hill holds all the weather.
It's a crow's nest
In the courtyard of this land;
The distance is all blue,
Blue mountains and blue sky.
My room is at the end of the resort,
It all fades to inky black nights.
Laughter and discovery next door,
I hold being their neighbour
The highest luxury.

That gravel road outside our doors,
It's tingling with the breeze from you,
I catch a whiff of a far-off breeze from you.
With little creatures hunted, except butterflies,
Tiny secrets in jars, and I
Might have been one of them,
Transparent as glass.

At night,
The fireflies zip away from us,
We have the mystery of complete darkness,
Except the lamp over the gravel road.
One night,
I hunt my thoughts floating under the stellar beach,
In front of the weather station upon the green hill.
Oblivious to the direction of the wind,
Or the dropping temperature like the tides of an old world;
To the cool gaze of the stars,
Whispering to the fireflies we never see,
Subtle things fluttering within me,
Lost in a pacific sleep.


Thanks for reading! Comments and criticism appreciated!