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.

She smiled,

I knew it was a mask

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.

No matter how hard I try
My heart remains
the unsolvable
rubiks cube

solitude in constant bloom
flowers dripping from boughs
-fruit succulent swelled sweetness
the oasis within Winters chill.

Rushing steps halt cold,
Crimson glare demands patience—
Time drips through still air.

shortened breath iced with cold space
spun away from the Sun
darkness spangled deathly beauty.