only the flowers' petals
always trust the wind

I am a warrior.
Stronger than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.

We wrote
To keep humanity living.
Preserving
life's immortality
Stored  up
In the everliving
Lines of poetry.

Spring sun and breeze,
porch sitting at ease reflecting,
hip deep in tranquility, smiling
living well one breath at a time.
Possessing way more than enough.

falling out of love
with this tongue
aches to no end.

and there it is,
her serene hum
so powerful, so beautiful
it commands the world
and he roars back,

and now it's gone,
a mechanical screech
so trivial, so precise
it silences her
and she whimpers away.