We are both 
Sharing the view
A menu to her
Springing wings to me

A feathery 
Cha Cha of robins
She preys
For exactly my choice

A soaring 
Eternity
Beyond a chilly
April eve

For our genes
Are both
On loan
No need to redeem

Words could never
Echo music
Sense pulses tense
But sound rings around
Timeless tonic
Drunk by the clever

A verb can lie
Nouns will deface
But time will climb
Cadence the defense
Of what we erase
From a cloudy sky

Noam
The prophet
A verbose tome
Eternal yet

Daily deploying
Language
Annoying
Any strange

Belief
With structure
No relief
Just puncture

Of orthodoxy
expected
Depthfully
Respected

The seer
Of the spoken
Recorder
Of linguistic token

For the tulips
I feared
As the storm 
Took its turn
Open welcoming
I thought 
They would wash
Away with wind and rain

But my thoughts
Were proven
False misleading
I should squash
When the storm
Passed
Their lips sealed
By floral intelligence

When Sigmund
Got lost
It wasn't his
Fault

He would take 
Joy
To discover
Owa and Mana

Layers
Of men and women
Between hides
Mana’s mystery

Piano chords
Forte
Harps
Emote

Synthesis
Sonal
Genesis
Tonal

Pluck or
Twang
Your song
Someone sang

Can a polymath
Be a comic
Discovering humor
Oft unfunny

Tombs sunny
Welcomed dishonor
A serene cosmic
But lumpy path

At what age
Or class
Will this skill
Be manifest

Not blest
Only the thrill
Of being crass
A fake sage

Can a polymath
Be a comic
Discovering humor
Oft unfunny

Tombs sunny
Welcomed dishonor
A serene cosmic
But lumpy path

At what age
Or class
Will this skill
Be manifest

Not blest
Only the spill
Of a crass
Fake sage

The trees spring youth
But their trunks are aged
The daffodils are sweet
From bitter bulbs

The grass debates
If life is worth it
But deep sod always
Drags scenery up

The clouds congeal
About a northern
Setting sun
Taking a tan

Soon darkness
Restores the chill
Which gives life
Its eternal thrill

Are deity and eternity
A singular force
If time stops
Who are we?

Take a chance
This ain't some glance
Just keep your pants
Where they be no cant’s

Jump the culture
Your historic vulture
Is a frozen sculpture
Lacking future

So denigrate
Into some state
Where fate
Cleans you plate

Future
Is a suture
Where nature
Is the cure