The envelope
unopened
addressed
to himself
Inside
unspoken
old hopes
and dreams
Lost
and rerouted
the stamp was
foreign
Its port of entry
still
—unforeseen

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Lately
My mind’s so quiet
On this magical ride
I bleed no longer
For me to see
My mind no longer
My means of sight
I let faith unfolding
like flowers in light
My new find joy
Without the noise
For all to hear
Feeling new everyday
Releasing old pain
Of what used to be
Lately
My mind’s so quiet
On this magical ride
Without fear or despair
Please don’t wait for me
To  bleed any longer
For I only traveled within