tangled in
a thousand strands
like threads
of sorrow whispering
by your hands
i spend sleepless nights
to love not questioning fate
never to have
so many petals
of being
and not being

black hair tangled in a thousand strands
tangled my hair and tangled my tangled memories
of our long nights of love making

in the dusk the path you used to come to me
is overgrown and indistinguishable
except for the spider webs that hang
across it like threads of sorrow

at the beginning of the night
the whispering snow fell and now stars
fill this world below on the disheveled
hair about my face

everybody tells me my hair is too long
i leave it as you saw it last
disheveled by your hands

it is the time of rain and snow
i spend sleepless nights watching the frost
frail as your love gather in the dawn

to love somebody who doesn't love you
is like going to a temple and worshiping
the behind of a wooden statue
of a hungry devil

not speaking of the way
not thinking of what comes after
not questioning fate
here loving love
you and i look at each other

better never to have met you in my dream
than to wake and reach for hands
that are not there

i went out in the spring to gather
the young herbs so many petals were falling
drifting in confused flight
that i lost my way

i loathe the twin seas
of being and not being
and long for the mountain of bliss
untouched by the changing tides