Crystal blue eyes,
They remind me of the ocean.

As beautiful and limitless, as breathtaking and devastating.

To set sail is a death wish,
and to never try is a regret.

~

a strange place to start
having not truly begun,
already beat down by the
lowdown

own a million rose colored words,
but some assembly required,
that's when the foreknowledge truth~rules
burns brain holes

easy is never
free,
poetry writing is
cussing hard work

~
spring rains cloaking warmth,
summer's stunning sunsets
demand submissive awed silence,
autumnal leave drops anointing
your refreshed humanity,
and yet,
one more time,
it is only within winter's white bitterness
lip tasting,
million tear-shaped snowflaked words,
is the crowning visible
of the head of
a newborn babe poet

                                        ~                  ­                            

hard.

Capital Hard.

in the beginning,
there was one,
a first work

and the knowing,
if it wasn't hard,
it could not be
any good,
makes it possible
to ease on
down
this fearful
revelationary road
trip

Calls of thunder,
and lightening strikes,
anything strong enough
to break through the ice,
the silence between us
is cutting like a knife,
it's 2am and you're
roaming the night,
wandering without me
beneath city lights,
I'm down on my knees
crying tears of moonlight,
begging
with a desperate plea,
I've sinned
a thousand times,
but you always
wash me clean,
leaving me as pure,
as the salt in the sea,
the sun is rising,
you're walking the streets,
I'm still waiting,
wondering,
are you coming back to me?