Paper,
My tissue
Soaking the tears of my soul
Expressing the trials of my heart
The black flowing script
Blotched by tears
Scalding my cheek
Burning my heart
Wiping it up
Accepting the words
Telling me
In her innocent way
That everything will be ok
And no emotion
Is too big for it to accept.
The white, pure innocent
Is hard to mar
But breaking in..
Relief surges through my veins,
My tears cried
My soul lifted
A new voice rustles through the pages.

Abyss of time
Of space
And emotion
A place where all merge freely together.
Devoid of thought
Full of thought.
A place where I can be.
A southern pole
A northern pole.
Two axis unite.
My dreams,
My writing,
Imagine that!

9:56
Those were your words,
I asked for the time
and I moved on.
Never to remember you
And 9:56 passed since
Many hours ago.

Paths cross
Eyes meet
Split second
I move on
To do the myriad of things that
Are on my mind
And carry on
With the order of today
Never to look back
Or see you again


Yet something made my life
Touch yours
And our paths to cross
At that very time
Our lives parallel
Besides that second
At 9:56.
Thanks for being there
And good luck on your journey.