I cannot die but I'm not living either,
but mom;
tell me,
if I do well today,
am I going to live tomorrow?

You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded

She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.

I’m stuck between a letter and a word
pushing towards the end of a line
in many a meaning, I’ve shamefully erred  
to make sense of a sentence and a rhyme
all this effort consumes me
It bleeds my heart to think
my soul is weighing heavy
till poetry pours out of me like ink
many a thought often slay me
I rewrite to find release
I’m lost, till you find me
crying out, “read me…please”

All of my favorite things
involve your
face

or the way your hair would
naturally fall over your eye
as though it was the veil
that was hiding the only
woman in the room.

Everything else is
obsolete
when you open
your mouth,

the world doesn't
turn when you
move,

the rain doesn't pour
when you
smile,

nobody sings when
you talk

piano keys won't pla-

Or uh...
something...

with open petals
sunflower awaits sunrise
nodding  and smiling.
31/5/2021

My mouth is sealed
My spirit sings
My soul is weary
I long for rest.

Lead me beside the still waters
Wash me in rivers of joy
Let me run through the open fields without fear.