I see angels in the flowers
On long hot walks
Dry summer hours
With each bloom arose
New hope, new growth
Open the wind
Sound of leaves, slapping petals, flapping wings
Flying
In the flowers,
Their wings of light
bright glow of hope, new growth
Opening wide
The biggest hug of life
Wings enfold, petals close
Welcoming in,
Harvesting, joy, love & life
Angels’ eyes
See the truth and love in me
Sweet perfume release bequeath
new joy, new blooms
Serenity
A garden of rooms open wide
All shutters and doors expose
dark crevices and hidden corridors
Bright light in, glow of hope
Flowers bloom
Wind dances through
Sound of leaves, petals slapping,
Flapping wings
Flying
Angels
Bow & rise an eternity of hours
Hot summer sweet & sours,
But my shadowed eyes can still
See the angels in the flowers.

Attempting to understand the universe
thru a glass of whiskey.

Falling asleep.

Trying to know God
in a cup of coffee.

Falling asleep.

This is how I realized I'm over you.

I do not miss you anymore.
My soul that used to seek warmth
from your curt, unfeeling replies
now burn with an unwavering flame
fueled by the love I have for myself.
The eyes that used to hold galaxies and hidden universes
are now miles of sand,
a desert in nighttime.
Cold, dangerous, unforgiving.
A warning to stay away
or I will be lost forever.
That smile that makes your face
the brightest thing in the world--
my world--
reminds me of forgotten promises and an empty future.
I do not want any of that.
I do not need any of that.

But I do not hate you.
I hated the nagging silence,
the growing distance,
the poor excuses.
I hated that we fell apart.
But I never hated you.
I never could.
You were my escape
and my time with you had been filled
with fluttering butterflies, days of sunlight, and endless wonders.
For that, I'm thankful.

I'm over you.

Falling for you was just too easy.
Smooth words, late nights.
Enough to make a young girl cry.
I fell for you a bit too fast.
I'm not too sure how to make us last.
Cause if I fell so easily.
And you knocked down my highest walls.
How am I to know it's not just me?
I feel the heartache setting in.
Bracing myself for crashing down.

A turning point in someone's life.
Either to
make you
or
break you,
just
*don't give up
to life,
especially
to love.