Woe is me when I look up at the sky,
awe when the sky turns to night.
Blotting out the heavens,
like ink washing across a canvas,
pealing away our greatness and
revealing that we are miraculous.

Life is full of terrible moments of happiness
Life is full of amazing moments of sorrow
Life moves onward and all the characters in life try to keep up

My life isn't what I want it to be, but I don't know what my life should be. Do I go searching; searching for a life? Is there a point to searching for a life when mere breathing is enough to live life?

Life is full of questions
Life is full of answers
Life is a teacher that no one understands

Dani my dear, I made a mistake not expressing how I felt about you.
I miss those days when we danced in the cool summer evenings, buzzed from the wine, listening to the beat you made with your small Colombian feet stomping the hardwood.

I miss the quiet drives when we first met. I took you around the lake  during the Fall when the red leaves swirled in our wake.
Your long straight hair, jet-black, flowed downward resting on your chest; you were beautiful. You were beautiful against an orange blazing sunset with that long black hair and your tanned skin accenting that blue lake.

I miss the way you looked at me. Your deep brown eyes had something I couldn't touch or explain. I miss the way you'd smile when I'd become speechless looking into those eyes. I miss the way we hugged each other, as if each time was the first and last, how we used to stand holding each other.

I knew you wanted me to overcome my inner demons and kiss you and hold you and make love to you and caress you. Oh how badly I wanted to, every inch of me wished for me to give in to you. I wanted to love you. I wanted to love you.

I miss how you knew I couldn't bring myself to love you. I miss how you knew I had demons that tortured me, keeping me from loving you. My passion battling my reasoning.

I'm so sorry Dani... I think about you everyday and I failed to create something special between us. Something more special than the special relationship I had the honor having with you.

I miss you DanieLa

Another fish in the sea
feeling as lucky as can be.

Another zebra in the herd
prancing up higher than a bird.

Another wolf in the pack
rolling happily on its back.

Another flower in the field
blooming  to be revealed.

Another star in the sky
shining bright upon the eye.

Another man on the Earth
searching for what he's worth.

On a cold Winter's day
    a plume of white smoke
could be seen from far away.

Not the smoke from a chimney or a cigarette lit,
this was a plume of heavy breathing
from two lovers having a fit.

Snow capped trees surround them as they argue,
neither wants to leave without first saying,
"I love you."

She pulls on the tips of her long black hair,
     standing in the middle of a forest,
unbeknownst to how she got there.

He fiddles with the lighter in his pocket,
wondering if leaving her
would be worth it.

Although it may not seem like it,
these two have made love,
                                             found love,
                                                                   and are in love.

The plume of heavy breathing will subside
    like the flame between them now
and turn into an ember
    burning long and bright,
as long as each one of them has the courage
     to say what's right.

With that the loving Sandra kissed Alex gently on his cheek and although she had kissed his cheek many times before, there was something different about this one, a little bit longer, a little bit warmer, a little bit harder. She was saying her goodbye.

He wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. She gave him a comforting smile, turned and began to walk away, each step tearing away more and more of Alex's courage until she disappeared into the fog and falling snow.