What is it to sit with passion?Watching the sun hiding over the hill.Going with the silver child dancingInto the dim and frightening…
Am I to be consolation,Or is it that you are mine?To keep saying “I love you”Hoping that it won’t grow staleAnd instead…
A girl moves with the night; Toward tumbling waves, beaches bright.Moonlight shines beaming down Warm water all around.
Every day I hear your name echoingacross the snow-covered plains. A reply would be easy to hear. Is this the sound of the silence of care?
I desire to wake into happiness,Welcoming the sun with open eyesNot yelling, “Let me be.”
Worthiness.We look for it like a prizeAt the bottom of a cereal box.When we don’t find it we cry,“Manufacturer error. I want a refund.”…
When the droplet falls from the faucet How many ripples does it create?How many arms do I have underwater?Are they enough with which to swim?
The prickling, poignant, pitter-patteredpoetry of your parting lips pulls me apart before I can pry my perception away…
My love and I embraced thrice on the street,Pausing an eternity in the tasteOf a requited sweet. Not a moment’s…