I wake up to nothing
       but chirping birds
            and the drip of coffee
                   pouring down,
            and wonder how I feel
       about it all—
             and find it refreshing
       to know I see it
            like a fairy fountain,
       standing tall—
calling me to slip on shoes
    and even walk on air
         if that’s what I choose.

I do not love you
like a traveler loves a view—
I love you
like a secret loves silence,
like depth craves depth.

You are not just water—
you are emotion in motion,
a hymn sung by moonlight,
a soul with salt and storm
in your veins.

I love how you breathe
without needing anyone to notice.
How your tides rise and fall
without shame,
how your waves hold both peace
and power.

I love that you rage
when the sky grows cruel,
that you speak in roars
when you're no longer heard.

You are not just blue—
you are every feeling
I’ve ever buried,
every tear the world
never saw me cry.

And I,
fragile yet fierce,
quiet yet alive,
found in your vastness
a mirror.

I do not visit you.
I return to you.
For in your depths,
I remember—
I am made of wild things too.

If no one ever knew me, does it matter who I am?
The world will go its merry way and pass me by again.

2.
The time has come.
The end of things.
His mind goes numb.
He cut the strings.

3.
From summer's eve to winter's night.
The Days have flown; the Time has died.

4.
My little time on nature's plain has come to pass in none but pain.

5.
When life goes on at record pace,
but he's too hurt to win the race,
would he be glad with second place?

6.
When just a kiss he couldn't get,
he yearned so for the kiss of death.

7.
In time of needless ever-wonder,
people don't take time to ponder,
who's that lonely man out yonder.

8.
The man does all for else's sake,
when greedy people only take.

When finally, his will does break,
his final thought sinks down the lake.

9.
A form of thought I couldn’t gleam;
it keeps the mind in state of dream.

For me however dreams of none;
the cold of truth my mind become.

10.
The silence screams my pain at night;
The lonely whisper speaks my plight.

11.
If I don't listen to myself, my words I speak for none.
For none are here to speak them back, and I must be alone.
My thoughts lie bare for you to read, Then I therefore am gone.

12.
The dark of life has taken me,
the light of death I wish to see.

13.
Forgive my sin I beg of you.
Take pride in what I couldn't do.

14.
A bird with none but wounded wings; a song of flight his heart still sings.
A bird whose wings are steeped in sorrow; Nature’s twilight as its burrow.
Will it shed its dark disease or feed the darkness; nature pleased.

15.
A floating heart in times of love comes crashing down when times are tough.

16.
A quiet whisper filled with grief,
it steals the heart, the pleasure’s thief.

17.
The enigmatic mind,
with thoughts of helpfulness in kind,
will realize soon is hard to find.

18.
The star of mourn will shine with glee,
for morning comes and I am free.

19.
What am I but slave of time?
My years on earth its biggest crime.

20.
My fragile heart unbroken yet,
for none have tried to take a hit.

So here it sits in flesh a cage,
to rot away in Life’s embrace.