Quiet ecstasy settles around me like vanilla ice-cream snow

all I see is laughter
I can taste the moonlight
and hear the waves droning in the distance;

I'm a child again
and after all this time, I am once again
happy.

amidst the decaying, black soil, a daisy
Blooms
neither a figment of one's imagination, nor abrasively prominent,
it sits quietly
Hope
defiant amongst the encumbering pain
a lone promise unyieldingly rooted

A single flame rebukes the darkness; I watch it dance.

Your skin, dusted with cinnamon and glowing with sunlight,
is precious in His sight.

I won't write a generic poem
seeking approval and attention and
fame and fulfilment.
I have these all already,
given to me by my lord Jesus.

I'm here simply to tell you, you
with your sweaty hands,
your ugly toes,
your bad hair day,
the bags beneath your "washed out" eyes and
the wrinkles above your eyebrow
the too-wideness of your hips,
your broad shoulders,
your pale skin

Yes. You Are Lovely.

I love the enchanting crispness brought about by biting cold and rain which demands attention.
I love the cry of the trees that sway in the wind.
Their silent scream.

you're just the same.
no different.
what a stupid little fool ive been
the memory of you which once warmed my bones now  burns like acid, rancid
it is time to build up walls once more