I am  
far too weak
to help carry  
your pain.

the etching of
reflection in a china bowl
full of water,
our love
uncovering tiny silver
stars on the horizon.

My words are but a shooting star
To be seen in all its glory
But as shooting stars fade in an instant
So do my words to be read once
Then fade into obscurity

the sun doesn't shine in your world, and i wonder why. perhaps it's because you choose to write all your poems in the clouds.

i tried  
to climb over the clouds
and float through a mountain
i met no resistance
i faced it head on,
i pushed,
until i became it,
and now,
i don't know
how to move
the weight
of such power
perhaps, we are better off small

©rainecooper