One day,

I'll lose you

You'll be gone.

Today I'm glad

There is today.

And tomorrow

I dread,

It might be that one day.

Platter of anger,
Tastefully sweet
Like honey; amber
delightful treat.
Red, orange and yellow hues,
Emotions linger,
Boiling water brew,
Leftover cinders,
When the day is new
My love stay true.

Those spoken words
From her lips,
Those weren't easy words,
She writes them down
In her journal,
As the day goes by
Her cursive written words,
Between punctuations
Imprinted in fiber
With the random doodles,
Are her rehearsal.
Taking on her maiden step,
A journey with him,
He will fill in the journal
With her.

Her tears scared of love
Glistering in the moonlight
Like the many stars above
Shining bright like rhythmic lights
Dancing to the cold wind
Feeling free like she always is
Fending away wolves, fragile like a hind
With good night vision, she sees with ease
Superficial wounds she nurse
Deep cuts of the heart
Blessing or a curse
Slowly tearing her apart

There is a girl
On a swing,
The sun shines on her shoulder blade,
There are no angel wings.
Forward she swings
Against the gentle wind,
She tilts her head
To her sides,
There! Momma and Papa!

At this exact instant,
The distance
These words race,
My heart chase
After that beautiful smile,
Even if it takes a little time; I'll run the miles.
From me to you
What're you up to?

When it rains
People run to take cover
In single, in pairs or in groups


The bus stop
Now filled with people
Not waiting for buses
Now's a shelter


The coffee shop
Now packed with people
Ignoring the rain
And the once warm seats
Now wet and cold outside


When it rains
I will hold your hand
We'd put on rain boots
And dance outside.