Pegasus Ring

March 20, 2014 § 3 Comments

silver and small,
the flying horse lived
as a token of seven years
upon the earth
upon my hand
it remained, a loyal friend
staying small as I grew
a shiny horse, still and frozen
always there until
it slipped away
perhaps tossing and turning
at night, or twirling at daybreak
or running at sunrise
it flew off of my pinky finger
the only one it fit, it must have
finally decided
to fly away

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Hope

March 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

I’m staring forward
feeling overwhelmed with want
for you to be there

Love

March 15, 2014 § Leave a comment

the true depth of it
understood so clearly through
a dog’s earnest eyes

Faith

March 14, 2014 § Leave a comment

Without its presence
life would be a gasping breath
short of rapt wonder

Faith

March 2, 2014 § Leave a comment

If hope is a thing with feathers
like birds that flock together
then is faith a thing with wings
supporting those clinging dreams?

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