The air is thick with dreams.
I feel it as I take that first step through the barred gates.
Some people may call it a prison,
But it is no prison:
Well worn stone with marks of leaves;
Draping trees from the sky to my thighs;
Calmness lurking throughout the grass.
The earth is merely taking itself back.

the flutter of your empty pages
rhymes with my heart beat

i'm bleeding
invisible words

they must be
nothing

Rubies glistening
'neath light of the moon
as rabbits feast
and children sleep
'midst dreams
of a strawberry morning.

r ~ 6/13/14

Expectation
This is
Pretty complicated
To handle
Everyone looks
For something
Everyday
Starts
No matter what
You will be expected
To do something
Fighting with a
World
That filled with
Expectations