Watching strange faces in a crowd,
I feel the owner's sense of unique grandness
even in the obviously desolate.
My judgments cause me to face the sad realization
that maybe I am neither grand nor unique as I had supposed.
In all of my brilliance,
the state of the world remains in change.
Nothing stays the same.
The consistent differences remain unaffected by me.
The homeless are still.
Hungry unfed.
Who am I,
but grand to the small circle around me?
Sobering.
Humbling.
I am small.

'Hello,' she said
With her eyes and her smile
Before the word could form
From her lips and be heard
'Hello', she said
Soft and clear
As her arms welcomed him
In a warm embrace
And he looked at her
In full amaze
The greeting unexpected
Came and went
Quickly and smoothly
And he looked at her
In full amaze
As she walked away
Walking out of the reach
Of his gaze
'Hello,' she said
And he looked at her
In full amaze.

The love I indulge
Given the chance
In moments of silence
Allow me to dance
Embracing pieces of a dream
Old and familiar
Passions stirred
It feels so familiar
Like looking into a mirror
In a dimly lit room
Finding yourself different
From the person assumed
I see life in colors
Green, red, yellow, and blue
Life, passion, joy, and sadness
And it started with you.

crisp, green grass
uncountable as the grains of sand
like the memories in the corners of my mind
untouched by time
untempered by wisdom
of what was once divine
of what is now common
come what will the grass still greens