Grinning at the memories
She left in my conscious mind
Like everything still seems present
The cherished times at her laughs
Left smiles of regret to take a chance

Through this road with music
Louder than the wilderness
Good Will Hunting final theme
I have to go see about a girl

The road longing as I accelerate
Take me to her heart once again
Make it my home in her forever
To return everyday and night

They were my heart's snowflake
a symphony as they fell to earth
beauty wrapped in fragile wings

perfection I stoop to reflect
genuflection by flame's desire
treasure revealed, once concealed

spread to catch expecting breath
asking nothing but what may come
blessings pressed to my lips

captured to be set free
borrowed in rapt adoration
before coveted, now retrieved

uniqueness wrapped in rapture's arms
dwelling of my last intent
held within to taste the warmth

expressing what love may convey
forever in the seconds’ span
the small demise, beginning's end.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171122.

I was writing a song for the flowers
withering on top of the computer table
but like all things in nature,
the petals changed
into something grey and pure.
They die beautifully,
unlike us.
When we wither,
we do not fold into ourselves;
we do not look up to the sky,
but only avoid the light,
fold within our comforts
to hide and embrace the dark.
And so when love withers,
we let it die.
We are just human
after all.

We're made up of space dust
Does that make us stars?
Twinkling and glowing
And shining and growing
And someday imploding
In what used to be ours

With a sugar cry

A liquorice noose

And a candy cane knife

I will surely die



And I know

That you will mourn

My candy death

By the first tomorrow



With a chocolate heart

A caramel blood flow

And a toffee laugh

I will surely eat my art