The day I put the words on paper
Vulnerability existed
and yet in that fragile moment,
a bliss beyond all words
Carried them far

This was me -
and i could see her there
without a mirror
This was me - and i could see
beyond the glass
Into her heart

And in that moment
only God
could see me clearer.

Once again I’ll blame the weather
that I can’t get it all together
and wrap the tethered, skimpy shawl
of concentration around my mind
Frustration penetrates in the wind
and chafes away with hourglass Time -
who falling tactless through the illusion
tries to
                         b
                             u                Me          
                           r                                  alive.
                     ­         y

We crave the approval of existence
- 'tis the most intimate longing of man
                              
what can satisfy [this void of desire]?
     *only the whisper of God.

Take the flower
from the garden
twist the stem
it will bleed bitter sap
a single perfumed
tear
will stain one leaf
Conscripted
To      blossom
                                 a    w   a     y

she will hold her carbon dioxide
Breath
And scorn a blessed sun
Petals dry an elegant
Death
    
         Beauty
Wilts
           In
                                      
                                     isolation

everything was new

and then we,
cursed
were trapped -
not in hatred,
or spite

but indifference.

please wonder.