Why play with my hair,
when you can run your fingers through the knots of my soul instead?

Notice how in the daytime we're too busy seeing & appearing with no fear of what's there or near...
In the nighttime, we calm ourselves to feel, seek, & hear..the sounds that are so
clear & near...

Unfinished poems are the flower seeds I've planted...I'm waiting for the rain to make them bloom

After our fight he came in the room and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. We sat in silence reflecting on the words we spewed at one another. Silence. He chuckled. I whispered "what?" He says, "do you hear that? Even the birds know how to communicate better than us" I smiled