I saw you sitting underneath
the train stop awning, curled up
like a comma, trying to punctuate
the end of this already miserable day

As the rain dropped like pellets
from spilled bird seed
covering your surroundings in
reflections of what you can't see

Water splashes from the passing tires
in search of a new refuge
akin to your unfurling gaze
now staring back at mine

The winter's scent of snow
and a healthy dose of fireplace smoke
can only be likened to the nostalgia
of being enveloped by your warmth

are the trees waving
or simply moving with the wind?

are they shaking with laughter
or dancing to the music?

twisting, resonating, alive
grounded but free

With each clack
of the track
the room trembles
as if in fear

Shaking at the
roaring engines
blasting into endless
paths of gray

Marveling at the
passing birds
of aluminum
looking down as gods

But then silence
and stillness
overtake the sunlit
lair of solitude

And the only
sound, sight, touch
is that of peace
and comfort

Cheers to the hero

clink clink go the glasses
vibrating a radiance
equal to that of the vocal cords
that ring out his name.

Cheers to the hero

click click goes the gun
that offered him solace
in the place the Holy book
calls home.

Cheers to the hero

Fallen to earth
in pain but in reverie
to be spoken of
and remembered for
that which was done
in sacrifice for the multitude.

Cheers to the hero

The fleet of motivation
Lacking
Its fleeting nature
Fleeing from my immobile feet

To quicker waters
Faster beats
Leaving a shell
Of distant falters

Upon its head
A feather of weight
Lays gently pressed
Like unnerving sleet

But at what cost
Will it be
And when shall I see
The only best version of me?

Blank screen
arises quickly
only to be
splattered with rage

Descending, defeated
there rises
another
blank and waiting

But no rage
this time
only love
is given to its canvas

And up it stays
shining
not defeat but acceptance
for what it shows