Little Moments

She didn’t tell me that the lights would go off, that All will come to an end. I didn’t know That the music will sound bitter one morning, That the leaves will fall from all the trees, And that the smiles will usually be Unhappy. She didn’t tell me. I found my old friend again:…

Entropy of the Mind

They were born out of the fire. They were born out of the sky. When the trees had embraced the world in red flames, when the days were still cold, and when the heavy and impermeable blanket of night was so dark that it made them want to cry. The giants had fallen asleep between…

Terrestrial

Her eyes shine blue, but grey in storm Movements of a dancer Curves, ebbing, flowing, crashing together Ocean waves as flesh Sweet flowing nectar, giving life Ruby jewels parting, shining, enticing Perfect blinding distractions There’s a deeper truth, always going deeper Seeing right through to Leviathan just beneath the surface Eddies swirl A flash of…

Flow

As the sun goes down rays of orange light filter through the crashing surf Curling waves glowing from within It’s gorgeous, magical, mesmerizing And maybe that’s what your love does for me Perhaps it fills me Works it’s way through the churning, swelling, rising, swirling Waves that are me Yes, your love flows through me…

Old Soul

As the days fly by I refer to a cynical state of mind. I never wanted to be this teen that has been placed inside of me for my soul is far too old and diminished to be surrounded by such games that pan out constantly. My soul is beautiful, and gorgeous, and magnificent But…

Heart of Stone

A heart of stone Found by Muddy clay Embedding Entwining Infusing Wrapping itself around the heart Becoming one Cementing together Softening Becoming stronger No longer two-dimensional Now with layers and texture Folding over Permeating Mixing Sand and clay and mud and stone Stone Stone softening Stone melting (How can this be?) Morphing Changing Something new…

Wildflower

The sun rises slow and warm, Like honey, Diffusing itself through its nerves, And the petals open, bloom and flourish, Become part of the beauty in a world so recently lacking. The birth is quiet and peaceful, Without ceremony, without celebration, Nature needs no Senseless prompt, Not like we do. Maybe that in the end…