Space has its language

heard only by artists' ears

and seen through their eyes

In lonely alley

umbrella shelters lovers

love gushes like rain

There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun, is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in a wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific from this rock,
all its mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.

"i'm fine"
i say
as tears pour
from my eyes.
you hear
"i'll be okay"
but i know i won't.
this morning,
another thread snapped

i am trapped
in a prison of flesh.
flesh that i do not claim.
does a prisoner claim her chains?

tears slip
silently.
no one sees.
slowly, the numbness
consumes me
and my world turn
from technicolor
to muted greys

I found her
When I cast away my shame
Along with my garments.
My sin is washed away in her river,
And I lie In her sun warmed soil
Finally home.