There are secrets I do not tell
even to myself.
They are the same secrets
the cherry bossoms
know when they
proliferate the cherry trees.
Even as they prepare
to fall like confetti.

They are the
babbling secrets
Of  the mountain streams
as thier waters bounce stunned
into the rocks of the rapids.

Hush whispers the librarian
As the rows
and volumes of books.
Keep their dusty secrets
in her silence.

In the garden
The fluted speakers
Of the morning glory.
Sing only silence
Falling asleep
into dreaming nights.

Just about audible
the taunting voices
Of the
whippoorwill

Never tell
Never tell
Never tell.

If I sit on my roof
and block out the light from my house,
I can forget that I exist.
I can swim among the constellations
and lose myself in the bittersweet triviality
of our existence.
I can break free from the intoxication
of my life wasted on autopilot.
I can pretend that I am merely thoughts,
free of the weight of a life
and of society
and of reality.
I can question things
and depersonalize
and forget this anchor of a body
and all its bitter consequences.
But,
for now,
all I can do
is lay beneath the stars
and forget.

Some think the sunrise
happens all at once.
The sun bursts over the
edge of the earth
And suddenly golden rays
Shower the world!

They're wrong.
The sunrise happens slowly,
almost imperceptible.
The darknes starts to lose its edge.
The blackness goes from black to dark grey.
Then dark grey to light grey.
Until without noticing
you look around and you can see
clearly.
Then over the horizon
peaks the edge
Of the glowing, life bringing orb
that floats in our sky.
That's when the golden rays come,
and warm your very soul.

*You were like the sunrise

the constant*  pounding
as my cleats repeatedly hit the grass
and the lactic acid frees itself

the constant  pounding
of the blood as it rushes
through my spinning head

the constant  pounding
as I see two
of the person in front of me

the constant  pounding
as I push my jelly filled legs
to keep going

the constant  pounding
as I push them even harder
than before

the constant  pounding
of my heaving lungs
as I try to **** in more oxygen

the constant  pounding
of my body
as I fall over the finish line

With the touch of the glass
you shattered mine
the protective film that
made me believe we were invincible
gone
with one touch of a tiny blue button
you forced me to remember
a night in the dark
full of whispers
and gentle caresses
remember
with one excuse
you reminded me what love was
and removed the fetters that
previously bound me to you
*free