Summers end evokes an ache so tender and calm
That sits beneath your chest - demanding to be felt
It’s quiet and consuming
As you lay with it at night
And In the quiet hours it’s what’s keeping you alive

This irreverent sting is all that’s left
In the wake of the snowstorm -
It’s the only reminder there was light before the fall
But fires don’t burn forever - day always turns into night
And the night pales in comparison
And the low is greater than the high
Then that familiar feeling reopens old scars
And you hang there by a thread slighted until you're starved

You've learned the way that light knows
Through windows, cracks, and doors
To gain my heart from out my chest
And offer me all yours

Patience,
darling,
don't always look at
tomorrow
with
yesterday's lenses-
cleanse
your view
and leave the window open
so that your head
can feel
the breeze...

When you throw away a beautiful today
For an uncertain tomorrow,
Love gives up on you
And turns to your shadow.
Tomorrow will come with it’s empty promises
So will remain what’s left of the pain,
In the shape of what could have been.

I fell on my face too many times that night.
Like a fool, with clipped wings,
Masquerading as a free bird.

I heard the cool crisp air ushering me to security, Guiding me by the dim light.
I took a leap of foolish faith in flight,
And landed on my *** in the middle of the night.

The air whispered sweetly around me and laughed in good fun; then leaned in to ask what I could not answer,
“Are you alright?”

If demons looked like demons,
evil would be rare.
It's the demons dressed like angels,
that you must beware.

It’s not that
You don’t deserve poetry
I daresay that you deserve more poetry
Than could fill an entire book
It’s just that I have ignored
The rest of the world
For so long and
I owe Her
An absolutely gorgeous apology