feel your echo's reach
this is rare and real
feel the tidal waves bury me

A fresh rose
Crumpling into
A closed fist

The deepest feelings
Don’t extend through time:
Chapters of the heart,
Come in little breaths.

In the wrapping of her arms and legs,
And the squeeze of a hug:
A binding pretzel love.

i used to
look at you
like you could
walk on water
or like you
created the stars

but you were really
only a thief
who stole
everything
i had
and smashed it
right before my
eyes

The curve of my body
The shadow that paints my bed and floor. My window tells me the tale of how the rain falls. Sometimes when I listen, It's a sad story. sometimes it's not. Today the rain just fits the scene. My eyes open slowly. My face shunning itself from the light for the sake of dreams. A childhood memory,  That I can't entirely recall. But it's morning now. Time to put that behind me. Time to wake up with the summer rain

Let me regal you with a tale. About brave adventurer's from long ago, That would seize the day as their own. At night they sat by a grotto, it's waters light was on their face shown. Looking up to the night sky. Stars began to fall around them, some. Until they swallowed one whole. Up they awoke to find themselves whole. Never being able to remember the tale