She's in the clouds waiting to fall like rain.

I  wish
to have
a love
not swathed
over futile lines
of white washed
paper flowers
that creep up
upon the trellis
as I stand
in frozen
princess-like
stance
but wild horses
ready to break
down the door
as they burst in
to capture me
their perfect
imperfections
matching mine
as we dance the dance
of intimate waves

I am ready
To be shaken
in the wind
my heart a-stir
yet gently grounded
as leaves fall
to the ground
I want the magic
of the small things
to light me up
even during times
of routine
Yes the stars are vast
And we will be under them
As we gaze beyond time
Yet also
create our
special brand of wonder
within the tiny ways
of the day to day

THEY SAY IT TAKES AROUND 14
DAYS TO BREAK A HABIT.
ITS BEEN 67 DAYS AND YOU'RE
STILL THE FIRST THING I THINK
ABOUT WHEN I WAKE UP AND THE
LAST THING I THINK ABOUT AS I
FALL ASLEEP.
SO TELL ME DEAR; WHAT KIND OF
HABIT IS THIS?

I lie not awake
Yet unasleep
In those moments
Caught between
I think I see
But you see not
The Life that could
Have been.

The moon eclipsed
The flag half mast
The wick not
Yet aglow
All the beauty
At but half full
Accepted as enough.

It must be true
That one accept
The half as near
The whole.
For it does not help
To seek the truth,
It undoes
The beauty known.

Thus die the dreams untold.

love is so surreal
and estranging
it remains a fragile affinity

with hearts of gold
that break like glass
we meander through our
epiphanies

realizations of true
admiration for another
human being