Mist embraces the lake as light gently
opens the world to my gaze, I behold
the majestic wanting's of vison that
captures my thoughts and feeling.

My hands clasped upon my chin as
dragonflies dance around the waters
edge and all is serene. I view the
surrounding as my gaze widens.

Vapours eclipse into oblivion and
everything is now seen. I sit upon
my terrace and take everything in.

I stole a copy
of The Back Country
when I was sixteen
and it set me
upon the Poet's Road.

You signed it
for my friend
while I was
far away at war.

After most
of a lifetime,
I have it still.

May your
mountains and rivers
never end.

  ~mce

I squished a bug
rubbed him out of existence with my thumb
quick, minimal, forgettable experience

I wonder,
are people like that?
Am I like that?

I'm not lonely
sleeping all alone
you think i'm scared
but i'm a big girl
i don't cry or anything

I have a great
big bed to roll around
in and lots of space
and i don't dream
bad dreams like i used
to have that you
were leaving me
anymore


Now that you're gone
i don't dream
and no matter
what you think
i'm not lonely
sleeping
all alone