Some solicitude can not be penned,too much for words to clench,an affliction heavier than poetry,i can't carry so I store it away,shield it in asafe space deep down.
maybe that's why am so whirlwind to drop to my knees,lung filled with pleads for the sky because it hurts to stand with weights I can't say.so I have learned to remember everthing with my words,pen and paper the only connection I have with life.....

nebulous galaxies
                          spiraling forth
stars collecting
                          in clusters              lost
configuring
               constellations           in
                                  
                             ­         space
and
                time-
                                  travelling
   through
                        light-years
duly                        ­                     revolving,
              aligning
     with                       the Sun  
                    and                           the Moon
suspended
                      in the interstellar

'Ah' to the subtle winds
that lifts the birds,
And the simple lake
that captivates...
Are we not but romantics
on the path of love?
Giving away our breaths
to the gasping ones...?
Saying, " breathe, breathe,"
Let our wings beat,
let us fly free
like the birds
in the breeze.
-L.D.

My old eyes follow
the mystic shade
of your red waving cape
that’s vanishing into
paper towns