Thoughts unspoken
Silence is waiting;
Questioning
Is this space enough to be filled?

Moments are measured
By words unsaid
Words that we package
Into different sized boxes
It has to fit perfectly
Or they will never leave my head

We keep waiting
For the right time
In the wrong way

When time runs out
All the boxes will be empty
Unfilled
By the thoughts unspoken
Forever in my head

Perhaps it is better
To speak up instead
Better to cause discomfort
Than find your thoughts dead

The night is long and yearning
craving for the promise of sunlight
the turn of a new page.
Possibility
melts through the trees
as the sun overpowers and the shadows retreat

With the day we dance
Metaphors in motion
We are given another chance
Soak in, fulfill, advance
dazed by the sun's romance.

Flowers twirl open blooming, ignite
as time passes the hues seem to fight
dusk gives way to night
I live for the promise of light

They say there are three types of love, but respectfully I disagree.
How can someone count, what one constantly bleeds?
Can you imagine love so simple, like counting to three?

Love is losing control, love is setting free, love is giving a stranger your seat.
Love is breathless, love is bold, love is sharing a blanket in the cold.
Love is pure, love is tragic, love is unintentional magic.
Love cannot be stopped or contained. It just constantly happens.

Love evaporates and falls from the clouds. It sneaks up on you when you don't want to be found. It is a force that knows no bounds.

Love gets you out of bed, and helps you fall asleep. Love is always present even as you dream.