We are pretty pictures
             under hollow frames.

Never realizing that which
                          holds us together.

Is just as important than
                                what people see,
when were momentarily observed.

Perpetual gleams,
         enrobing the morning
peering beyond the reach
             of any sight.
dissipating hangovers
                of a ceaseless twilight.

A motion of eternity,
a sphere forever collecting  
                              distances
that will for moments
                                   be loved
by two silhouettes of a universe.

We contemplate the lights
            adorned above our gazes,
There moments  
                             many past,
    but still we admire the clear breath
          of darkness as we peer
  momentarily past its haze into the light.

I gave my last dollar to a man,
he was on the street.
He had those I've been awake
                          my whole life eyes.

A dollar, what's that going to buy me
                         that I haven't already got...

                 I could waste it on a coffee
that I'll never finish as its only half warm,
while I'm too interested in my phone.

                 I 'd have thrown it half drank
in a bin of caffeine tears seeping out
           the bottom busy lives drying beneath it.

But I saw this wasn't a leaf of a tree
               blowing in the wind thinking
of its past, it was moving on.

So I handed this man my last dollar,
            I know he'll make better use
of it than I would,
                              and he smiled at me.

The world
       isn't all flowers,
sometimes petals
            are crushed underfoot.
we must learn to evolve.

We must learn
      never to be plucked,
and never let others collect
                            our petals..
We're stronger than that.

The world is a kind hostile place,
                 find your earth and grow strong.

Those who pass us on,
       are but shallow pools of self-worth.
For when we look upon ourselves
                             we see a depth
that only gets deeper
the more we look into
               the pools of our own perception.

I stand on the path
           never walking,
         I just watch the pavement
move on...