Love
is like
scaling The Everest
the higher you go,
the more difficult
it becomes
to breathe...
so my dear
bear with me
If I stop
to acclmatize
and catch my breath
before I could
push further up
don't you worry
I am not giving up
just yet...

you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.

There were crows in my dreams
Before my father died
They became the haunt of me
With the stare of their steely eyes
I bowed my head and prayed each night
Before the Grace above
To rid my dreams of the crows
And see instead a dove

The breeze between my fingers holds me
Exactly where I need to be
Far
And for a moment found
Indefinitely
Connected there
Almost lovingly with
The soundless trees
Which have whispered fair
Next to nothing's for all eternity

I was not born to feel the
endless night

that comes, starless,
bringing to my room a broken moon

I was put on this Earth
to crush leaves beneath my feet
and revel in the changing seasons

to take each one into my mouth
like a ripe fruit

I am here to touch
the brilliant, bright sun

I was born to make Icarus proud