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You rest—
a small storm
tamed in stone—
thoughts
stacked
like crystal skin—
layered
in soft resistance.

I keep you
near the windowsill—
to collect dusk
and dawn
so the sun
can learn
how to be
gentle.
I'm just a sparrow
longing for sky
and if I had wings
I could fly.
I wanted
to say it
but
the words
hung
like coats
on a hook
I could no longer reach.

So
Instead—
I smiled
and nodded
while keeping
all that time
an eye
on the coats
waiting to be worn.
South coast days on end

The ante meridiem
Married to summer

People in constant motion

To the merry-go-round we go
To the merry-go-round we go

In the center
Like the mobile over my bed

Where the heart beats
Where our eyes see in teleidoscope

Inside the lines are brighter
And wider and envelop

The journey in itself
Is the gift
Wind glided through the forest ringing like bicycle bells as it blesses the leaves with its presence,
Making a magical sound.
The canopy moves in a synchronised dance
Waving goodbye to the breeze.
There's a harmony and a melody that can never be overlooked.
The woods come together in this special movement creating wonder for those on earth.
The pine trees have practised their rehearsal a lot of times
And the cold wind is their music.
Some pieces of wood that are now painting the forest floor, strewn all over were once giant creatures greeting the sky.
Now they mould into the soil below..
But the circle of life goes on as it often does.
These tree barks are now home to ants and caterpillars and insects and tiny creatures with no home.
Even after a tree's death, it can provide life to many beings.
Little vines creep up over the brown on the forest floor, making sure that the dead tree barks don't feel lonely.
Everything humans do is for themselves.
We give love because we expect love and loneliness is our imperfection.
But nature teaches us that the entire forest is one,
Breathing together, living together, dying together
And even after death, growing together.
I was in the forest and I saw the trees dancing.
moonlight's round glass eye
sees us framed, velvet abyss
spring's white petals glow

-cec
Last night,
when I closed my eyes,
I saw the moon
so full and so bright.
I fell asleep smiling.
Divide and conquer, deride compassion.
Indulgent resentment exposes the actions.
Wolves dressed as lambs, lambs as wolves.
Nobody believes in good ideas.

Craft deceptive reasons behind the words of love.
Stuff your victims into the dark, cramped box.
Do your work quietly, with discipline.

When the red moon rises
the energy of broken breaths
strengthens your existence.
Illusory peace as a weary sigh.

You laugh
when they try to unmask your behavior
Whispering: just another pathetic attempt
of hysterical souls, not pragmatic solutions.

Different actors, new stages.
You’re always the same,
Irresistible.
Bumps bloom upon my skin,
Each hair rises in anticipation,
But that neural cascade
fails to ******.

Your voice is falling flat,
Just shy of my ear’s drum
And your flesh is icing over,
Just out of my arm’s reach.
Your taste on my lips is fading…

And with a mouthful left to say,
I’m left dehydrating and thirsting,
Unable to swallow your memory.
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