I thought that we were
friendly pieces
to a game of chess.
Even if we're both pawns.
But now you just
throw pieces.

A loss of lights
and unsaid fights
has spoiled our unsung marriage.

I’d rather walk
in the chilly grass
Slowly, while fire has time to beat
And tell you everything that burned me.

While heavens have concluded:
Your Jupiter heart
housed a Neptune love
but
hide the embers on Pluto.

May we hunt again the sky
for shooting stars

If the night allows?

Please
I beg.

Last night I fell asleep
In the arms of a dream.
Hushed by the quiet
Drumming of my heart.
I was caressed by gentleness
Of the comforter and the cream-colored sheets.

Last night I fell asleep
Not knowing if I would wake up.
In my mind I was startled
By the things unsaid and undone.
I was assaulted by my goals
Whispering to me what I needed to accomplish.

Last night I fell asleep
Exhaling my tears.
Inside I was screaming
And calling your name.
I was lost and alone
With no friend to call home.

Last night I fell asleep
With the hope of finding me.
In myself somewhere
I knew I existed-hiding.
I was called a wanderer.

"But not all those who wander are lost."

Early in the morning: Dawn,
While still in my pajamas
And still eyes clenched shut,
I'd open the window and let
The cool, whimsical wind
Splash my face with the
Phrase "Good Morning" .
The Breeze was as serene as
The birds on the telephone wire.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Eyes adjusting to the light
Scratching its way into the
Crevices of my room.
I open them wider.
I want to see everything.
These early Saturday Mornings
Tear memories from my brain
And present them in front of my
Eyes like photos at a museum.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Resting my head on the windowpane,
My thoughts soar,
And my hopes plummet.
I can never get you back,
And you cannot have me.
The birds sing an unfamiliar tune
That makes my head spin.
And I suffocate in their cotton candy
Sentimental ode to the sky.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.
2 breaths more and I think back to us.

Our angels in the sky
They watch down on us
Giving us strength and
Protection whenever we
Need it spreading light
And love to the people
You meet and shining
Through you reflecting
Gods love for all of his
Children spreading
Peace and love to all
Who need it and
Reaching out to help
Others find their wings
And to fly as well
Soaring through the
Sky and above all trouble

Graceful life by the river
doesn’t end by choice.

Some war like lightening
is more worthy.
But what is Death worth.
If life is priceless?

So the tree must fall.
By hands or by flood.
By grace or by worth.
By light or in darkness.

And when it does,
By god the world will hear.
It will be.
As it was.

Sycamore, Sycamore,
fell on thee
Sycamore, Sycamore,
hear thy plea.

She models
With nothing but her earrings on.
Gold tendrils
Dancing across her shoulders
Lost in a sea of black curls.
Her beauty
Is that of an angel.
A halo
Of sheer radiance
Glistening around her wings.
Her body
Is that of a woman.
Lost
In unmarked territory along open winding passageways that
God
Didn't even create a roadmap for.
She can fly,
He said.
The only eyes to witness were her's and God's
And the eyes gazing back at her through the mirror
Watching her model
With nothing but her earrings on.
Gold tendrils
Dancing across her shoulders
Lost in a sea of black curls.