Shy people
Sometimes have the most to say
They just don't know how to do it!

what if i was a petal?

swirling to the tunes of the air, graciously falling among spring leaves

weightless, mindless like a feather.

how peaceful life would be, if i was one.

just one petal.

when you leave
you do so gleaming and gracefully
the words on your lips conveying a sweet, careful goodbye

it was today.
i breathed a sign in the air
as it filled my lungs, the vision overcame me
marked with deserved happiness
a light, perhaps from the heavens
that this union is yet another pillar
in the ever growing foundations
of what will surely become
the place i am destined to be

if not in your arms,
than in the generous love of a friend
whom daily, reminds me of what i could be,
what i should be,
where my dreams could propel me
should i follow the ***** you so gently remind me i have.

my heart.

A small young man
hides his face in his palms.
You sit next to him on the sidewalk.
He falls into your lap crying,
right there in your fingers.
He died doing what he needed
in your embrace.
And there is nothing left
to say.