They say a candle
is just as bright
despite the sharing
of its light.
And you my dear
are as the sun:
your light you'll give
to anyone.
Your love is given freely,
your heart is open wide.
Your beauty, though remarkable,
cannot contend with what's inside.
Your spirit is a blessing
despite the burden it can be,
and those who'll know your value
need not be told; they'll see.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
It was the middle of the night when the power went out.
My body
accustomed to an ambient electrical hum
refused sleep.
I got up, and you followed
just like always.
We walked to the top of the hill where we lived
at the time
We've moved four times since that night.
We walked,
your collar's gentle sonance
conflicting with the silence.
When we reached the peak
we stood,
our small world lit only by the moon.
We beheld the great expanse
of the shy quiet stars
that usually hid behind the light pollution.
The milky spill of a spiral galaxy,
where we lay spinning on its periphery,
backlit the countless trails of fire courtesy of the Perseids.
And I thought
there have been more nights without street lights
than nights of human history.
These flaming trails of ice and dust,
these remnants of comets,
would exist despite those of us lucky enough
to bear witness
that night the power went out.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
What would it be like
To go back in time
When smiles came easy
And life was kind
Would I trade mistakes
And the lessons learned
For a fresh clean slate
And stones unturned?
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
Here I am at the beginning again.
I found myself here thinking I was going the right way.
It seemed straight, it seemed right,
it felt good.
I was dizzy from happiness.
I never stopped to realize my swooning was my own doing;
running down this road with you in
one
giant
loop.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC