i wish not to write of sadness, instead
of teacups and tutus
of blankets and brie
and of greetings in the airport
early mornings while the sun rises
the night fades into day
with a warm mug and appreciation
for life and light
but sadness persists.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
as tall as the sky
as wide as the sea
as vast as the universe
as unknown as tomorrow.
but nothing comes to fruition before you plant the seed
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
trapped,
tethered,
tied.
an unspoken bond between us and fate,
reality and mind.
uncertainty like an eternal fog,
but forever is only so long.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
i stand before you, a ball of clay
malleable and warm
waiting for hands and fire
to pinch and pull
to preserve and protect
each imperfection molded
my forever form created by yours
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC