I know I'm in love
And I laugh

Why I write
I write with a feeling of urgency
Knowing that this love will end
Like this world must end
And that this love,
so small in this all too big world,
does not matter
To her
To God
Only to me
Alone in a black sea

That feeling
That feeling of infinite possibilities
Like a blank page
Like a straight away of open road
Stretching out ahead of your
Car grill
Like the black night stretches
Overhead
     inviting
        exciting
            inciting
The infinite possibilities of the
Night as in the day
The day comes
It offers just as much promise as the night

The neck of a guitar, frets
Fields of possible sound
Waiting for able fingers
To bring forth notes of
Immense unexplainable power
Not just heard but felt
in the tips of fingers and
up and down spines

Beginnings
The feeling of beginnings
The want of infinite beginnings
For what is the most exciting part of
anything if not the start
Because only then do you have
The widest selection
Only then are the
Possibilities endless
Only at the beginning is a page blank
And anything can be written

Dreams so good you feel you've
     lost something
When you wake
     the love you had
That brief love that only exists
     in a dream
That love, everything happens
     as it should
Not as in life where
     the heart breaks
and leaves you empty

I must find the roots
Of the life everlasting
Is it not writing?

Purple mountain tall
Red sky overhead glowing
Find reasons to live

All things come and go
In the end we are all dust
But still I love you