let it flow
whichever way
the wind blows
- - -
maybe then,
swiftly swishing through rocks
it can find itself
a nice little
home.

Contemplating
Sitting
Sunny tinted window
Watching a little palm
Flutter in the wind
Not sure if it's the quiet
Creaking of the room
Or the lack of
Sound
I got an overwhelming
Sense of nostalgia
For peace of mind
It almost hurt
To think about...
When did I last have it?
...
It was so long ago

I wish I could explain the way,
The sunlight dances across your face,
And erases all my pain,
With its glow.

And sometimes I'm jealous of the rain,
And the gray skies that wash away,
Every summer day I share with you,
Within your soul.

And even if I wake one day,
To an empty bed where your head once laid.
Every part of me that holds a part of you,
Will smile at every drop of rain for falling for you too.

- B.K.S.

the wind is whipping against frozen hands
snow drifts dance in snake-like bands
i reach into the cold to grip the flakes
that sift through my fingers and slip away