luminous, like an incandescent
star, you fell into my life,

unwrapping me like gift paper,
wearing my fabrics like those

boyfriend jeans you liked
me to put on.

i melted like ice in
the liquids of your voice,

tore open the love letter
you wrote on my heart

and collapsed, an exquisite
and beautiful rose, with the

longing in your eyes, tender
and delicious, every sense

awakened, every joy believed.

Today I saw a flower,
A rose,
I did not look at the rose,
I saw the rose.
A yellow rose just opened,
The petals straight in a spiral,
Slightly flared at the tips.
“Beautiful” is subjective,
Who am I to label the rose?
Seeing the rose,
The intricacy of creation,
An explicable force,
That formed the rose,
That formed me.
I was filled with wonder.
Awe,
A sense of belonging
All this I would have missed
If I looked at the rose.

all the wind i see in colors
little black and blue butterflies convening, willow trees sprawled out above the brook casting shadows
underneath them
i undress my mind
to the rhythms of the earth
and dancing off my skin goes
all the light/the light/the light
that skips your eyes

He was always there for me
He was my hero

He never let me down
He was my hero

He seemed immortal
He was my hero

He never walked away
He was my hero

He used to take my hand
He was my hero

He always listened
He was my hero

He inspired me to always try
He was my hero

He was intelligent
He was my hero

He was curious about the world
He was my hero

He taught me about life
He was my hero

He was kind and giving
He was my hero

He loved to laugh
He was my hero

He always took care of me
He was my hero

He was strong and handsome
He was my hero

He taught me right from wrong
He was my hero

He had integrity
He was my hero

He stood in the light
He was my hero

He was my father

The doctors all say
Our minds can't remember pain
Why then, do I still remember you