As in all beginnings
  no matter how small,
  —lies implicit the end

As night to follow, days
   promise is kept,
   —and the circle is closed

(Annapolis Maryland: February, 2003)

If a small heart refused to be lighted
I won't weep down again and grounded
Let me swing down the stream
Living actual scene than a dream

If i give you
A reason
For loving
I give  me
A reason
For living

At the end of a long day
and night soaked in tears
its always you
that I find
myself searching for
hoping to see you
at the bottom of
my drink or
lighting up my phone

Nobody can ever match up
or stand up
to you
even though you have
not taught me what love looks like
instead what love feels like
that is,
you do not show me love or
hold it in the palm of your hand
I feel it when I sit across from you
and laugh