Minor Ode to the Youniverse

Holy Grace! Who cares of skies
And trees, of lakes and deers,
Of myths and tales,
If you are not here.
There is more wisdom
In your navel,
Than the Buddha ever
Taught.

Fugit Tempus

If only I had no dreams
Of you, I could walk the world
With no hope. As the cold
Lights of the city walk
Over me, the dark of my
Heart grows dimmer, but
If you could only know its
Powers: it saves the light
In the depths of its bloody
Oceans, craving to release it
When the tide is high
And under the white moon
Our vessel will roll
With the songs
Of northern winds.