A heart that beats in quiet pain,
A longing voice, yet calls in vain.
The stars look down with silent glow,
As dreams of warmth fade soft and slow.

Each whispered hope, a fleeting flame,
Fades like the dusk, but who’s to blame?
The days stretch on, the nights grow long,
In search of where the heart belongs.

Yet through the shadows, love remains,
A gentle balm for unseen chains.
Though paths may twist and seem unclear,
The soul still seeks, despite the fear.

For even in the deepest night,
A spark still yearns to find its light.

Itch
Scratch

A rash calf-

It took years for
The bark to spread-
Leg-trunk-head

Til roots sank from
Foot soles to
Molten core of iron-

For limbs to sprout from
Eyes-ears-mouth to
Foliate-

For boy to man
To grow-

Begin rustling

To speak or
Scream into the
Howling wind

the sounds
softer.


once the day is dawn, the door is open, face the sky, all
comes well some days.