We've sailed cerulean seas to pastel shores,
Known only to the glorious few,
We have disembarked, ready to explore,
As our lone ship waits slumbering in view
of the glorious bay. Light paints daybreak
across the sky. We see the rising sun
through imagined jungle—and hesitate:
The image lingers, but it must be done,
Eyes close. Toward the interior we turn
remembering, and hoping to return.

and now the sky is falling
a wounded heart is calling
heaven's filled with graying stars

life is full of leaving
but love is full of healing
they never stand that far apart

so i will stand as witness
and see the snake's rattle and hiss
as nothing more than what they are

and i will be just one
and bask under the sun
and heal this broken wounded-heart

all cells are alive
the first night

goose bumps
and heart thumps

bones ache
the earth quakes

time suspends itself
on a loop

all sounds blend
when bodies bend

the dictionary

is filled with
empty pages

there is no desire
to explain anything

When the life
treading a tumultuous trek
in a
minimal
monochrome
margin,
An
unexpected
presence
colours the canvas
highlights the shadows
enlightens the path
re-kindles the flame
wraps with the warmth
contents the life...

No one knows the leaves
That flow upon the breezes
More than me or her
In gentle touches
Mid glance amore
The turning loose floating
Above nothing else mattering
Anymore
That colored rush the turning
From green to rust
The flutter of a heart
Freefalling down gravity tugs
Together entwined
From heights of pleasures
Into lawn forever beds

late
in lamplight's hiss
I sat and watched the attic dust
dance under spotlights cast
by moonbeam
          skylights
on a stage of memory
and forgetting