my eyes were closed
but I could see your face
so clearly

my arms were still
but I could feel your hug
so deeply

it wasn't even real
but I could feel my heart
racing

up to the very moment
I awoke

January
As the sun awakens
It's cold
Damp pillow
Water from the see
Reaching out
Touching the light
Painting a picture
Hidden within a gape
The view is a lie

There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun, is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in a wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific from this rock,
all its mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.

My own muse
The words drain from my mouth
Can’t describe you
Can’t ever encapsulate you
My own muse
My words drip to the floor
Can’t satiate you
Can’t seem to overcome
My own muse
The words flowing to the cracks
Can’t slip you
Can’t ever break through the floor
My own muse
My words drying up
Can’t win you
Can’t ever seem to wash the mold

The most fun I ever had
Was making you laugh

The life best lived

is still a foreword

there's much more

waiting to be said

Blotched
ink
blotched paper
Blotched
everything
It’s not easy to
Write
Sometimes

I’m afraid that’s all I’ll ever be.