northern hem

all i've yet to feel
i felt in Geirangerfjord 

the quiet tundra lifting valley's aim -
my spirit leapt, and there i wept
piling norway's storied grey.
in sight of a lone red house
all my visions of a life to be
in with the misty fjord i took with me
all i've yet to feel

wake without

when i wake and without
a nearness many move in knowing
alone in heart all inside i cry out
to life! to heaven! to dream! o woe
betide! when i wake and without --
for my pulse i've a lonely go

feel

if i may live to feel all i've felt

untitled

a love as i'll ever know
i carry near my pulse, nearest my heart
in my own mirroring a swallowing sea
the island swells in dreams i've dreamt
but to quiet and always feel out of breath
when i but feel the brimming waves reach
craggy shore and breathe my name

within

all the notes in nature's hand
i call a search within myself--
as innocently as when travelling,
from far away, from near my breast
i gave it away, does he remember?
do i remember?
from end to end the word i've felt--
he has it there pressed against, pressed against
all the notes in his own hand

veil

calls the mountains
and she's singing all inside

of blue

maybe i'll just

close my eyes

and you know 

we'll feel it soon 

close my eyes 

there's a light 

still waiting for you