The porch light clicks off behind me—
no ceremony,
no words wrapped in warmth,
just the hush of a door
never meant to stay open.

A moth dances in the dark.
I watch it,
wishing for wings
that don’t tear
in the cold.

My feet know this ache.
They’ve felt it before—
sidewalks splitting like dry lips,
a sky too wide
for someone so small.

I carry silence
in the crook of my arms,
like a child that won’t
stop crying.

The moon
presses its white face
against the windshield.
It doesn’t ask me to leave.

Every hour is a question
with no safe answer.
Where do I go
when even the night
runs out of room?

I’m tired
of learning the weight of keys
that don’t belong to me—
of knocking
on almosts.

If I disappear,
will the world blink?

Or will it just
keep driving?

Love yourself first and then love the rest
The canoe of kindness surfs the brook
Of Sun's sash and Moon's silver dash

Never deliberate when time is best
To cast compassion's hook
For delay is unfriendly but speed smash

The tradition of inviting guest
Is like an undying book
Allegorizing friendship's panache

Be the one to exhibit first
The swan in your heart's nook
To stifle cymbals of clash

In the mysterious aura of breast
Dwells a scorching *****
Guarding the elemental stash

The live radar below the crest
Detects tendency of look
Informing harmony or crash

Tenderness is the fuel of zest
Without it, relation is shook
Leading to dilapidation of ash

Unseen chariots roam the sky's chest
Casting lightnings of fluke
Only gentle hearts can ****** the flash

The parable of this poem is Love's gest
Liberating the unrequited kook
Emanating empathy's splash

Ocean waves crashing in as
they hit the shore
Crisp, clear air
Bright blue sky
Sandy colored beaches decorated
with remnants of shells
Faint sounds of birds flying overhead
Calming feelings arrive to soothe
Stillness fills the moment
Peace arrives
The body relaxes
Mother Nature’s art

the heart aches,
a lonesome numbness,
the only eyes visible,
are the ones of the ribs that caress,
and once upon a time,
the soul, the mind and heart would connect,
comfortable in the unseen shyness,
signed “we are who we are, no more no less”
visible only
for peoples blindness