there's a thin white line
between "glad because of it"
and "sad without it"

i lack that courage
to watch a drop of liquid
fall into my eye

where drunken souls use
the line "I wanna *******."
as a compliment

just came home past twelve
felt my tired feet and thick eyes
the "fruits of labor"

Eons ago, when the stars
where just learning
their place in the sky
A whisper was sent out
crossing over the centuries
I heard it through your eyes
telling me to open mine
and allow those blue swirls
to color paintings in my life