when the rain stops

May 26, 2014 § Leave a comment

neon green
and silent
sans a creek
of water
rushed
renewed
and ground
that gives way
to bare feet
and holds
puddles
from the past
walking
through it
feels like
discovering
something new
that no one
has laid
eyes on
before you

skyward

May 23, 2014 § 3 Comments

I’m not sure if it was the way the clouds floated
carefree and aimless, like they could drift nowhere forever,
or the way the sky welcomed a mural of light,
even in the darkness and through such an impossible distance,
or if it was that gravity always seemed too far away
to ever actually catch me in its pull,
all I know is that once I looked up and saw the sky,
I was never able to look away

train

May 20, 2014 § 1 Comment

a haunting whistle
echoing across cities
is night’s lonely voice

Terra Firma

May 16, 2014 § 3 Comments

Hold the earth reverent
in the palm of your hand,
for without its surface
legs could not stand

Bury its darkness
and inevitable plight,
for its surface only gives
without any respite

Such is our great vale
a giver of accord,
of which we never truly realize
til the last of it is poured

Once

May 14, 2014 § Leave a comment

I often wonder
about sand and stars and if
they were once all one.

Float

May 7, 2014 § Leave a comment

I try to freeze time
And place it far away
Suddenly, forcefully
Pause the seconds
Building to years
Bridges, moments
I try to write it all down
Find space for it
On an anchored ship
Battling an ocean
And those perfect moments
That somehow stay afloat
I sometimes worry
Are far too insignificant
To be carried by the waves
For much longer

sky

May 7, 2014 § 8 Comments

sweet strokes of beauty
like pink icing on a cake
the clouds at sunset

Sun

May 1, 2014 § Leave a comment

the way life shines
is in the simplicity
of the sun’s daily rising

Music

April 30, 2014 § 6 Comments

An open window
and the rain dancing gently
is my favorite song

A Coexistence

April 23, 2014 § Leave a comment

Does it ever strike you
as a sort of strange
and wonderful miracle,

that the number of hours
our world falls to darkness
only lit by distant rocks,

and the number of hours
our bodies fall into slumber
only stirred by dawn’s first light,

are the same? As if the world
and we, are purposefully in sync
with one another,

as if the sun’s light propels
our beating hearts,
while the moon’s glow guides
our most profound dreams.

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