stepping stones for words
across the waters you venture

into the beyond you disappear
to re-emerge the other-side of tomorrow.

steel blue, a racing tide
waters disappearing
over the horizon.

only things true
are love and death
and loveless people don't die
they simply disappear

Waves in handmade glass
in old peeling wooden panes —
Ripples on the pond.

As the ink grows a tad eager,
the heart beats a little faster.
To free the catch in my throat,
is a folly that I never could learn.
And this fire in my being that has my tongue...
forever could burn.