why am I still breathing?
She said as she scoured the city with a broken heart;
the leaves, they keep on falling,
the leaves, they keep on fading--
and the trees, they keep on singing.

but why am I still aching?
She said as she smothered herself in his wounds and his wounds;
but never in His,
but never bandaging her own wounded spirit--
and the moon, it keeps on spinning.

but why am I still sighing?
She said as she sprints down roads she'd never traveled;
just to drown out the awakening demons,
just to sing their sad song once more in solitude--
and the car, it keeps on crashing.

but why am I still running?
She said as she awakens to bleeding heels and blistered hopes;
December, it keeps on wishing,
December, it keeps on manifesting dreams--
and the girl, she keeps on walking home with only the sound of her footsteps to accompany her.

he never asked me what I was looking for,
nor did he ever brush the hair from my eyes,
but he breathed new life into my lungs,
& I must agree that it was enough--

the sheets are cold,
but the Book is worn & fading.
the wine glass is stained,
but the pages are talking again.
it was enough, enough--

as I outline the traces of the scar you gave me,
I come to the point of either breaking it in two,
or allowing it to stay,
& eventually fade,
until all it can do is glimmer,
whisper:
*"you were enough."

So that we can see
How one wall kisses to another
And because of this mutual affection
We have roof on our head.

An empty corner is a place
Where it is easy for spider to make a web
And a web is a reminder
We exist because we all are connected

Corners are asylum of our wounded hope
They say: let there be empty corners in our heart too
Because Love: The unknown guest,
Needs little space to grow,
Before it conquers whole world.

In all honesty, I've loved you since I first knew you.
I love you in the ways I don't know how to love
and in the places I don't know how to look for
I love you in the ways it hurts to communicate
and the places eyes are most powerful
and colors, the colors you paint behind you
and wings - I was searching, you showed me roots
and that growth stems from groundedness
and that circles are everywhere

I want to be in a circle with you
It's a sort of unformed dream, where I imagine
I might not need to be constantly moving

I love you just looking at you
eyes soft and
something hidden
we don't need to speak
I just want to kiss you

A thin, glistening sleeve of rime
refracted the rays of sunrise light
into a bright and shiny morning.

I stood tall amongst the resonance of the
distant hymn of birds,
trying to conceal my
quivering knees.
I took a breath of
the anticipation in the air -
the breeze preparing itself for
the coldest season of the year.

I'm in motion now,
realizing that time goes on,
but unable to comprehend that
time is going right now.

Yet I have my Compass
and I have my Map.
I will sing melodies of hope
for the wind of Winter to carry away.

For I am convinced that
the distant hymn of birds
is the melody of hope
you, too, sing into the wind.

Not so much vulnerability as
          wide-open hearts because
     ten years from now we'll look back at
                   where we are and note the
                                 change in what's around
                                                with a smile, if I have
                                                            ­     anything at all to
                                                                ­                 say about life

that's right.
                             We.