Are we closer or
farther apart from where we started?
are we becoming more or
less human?
we simmer in the water,
existentially becoming bleaker
in a world that is going faster.

compassionate silence
making room for love

love that can do all
as you gaze into eternity.

Flowers wilt, even

if they are out of the sun --


and made of paper.

I wrote a poem, just for you,
Wrought out of pain and tears.
You took the pain, and wrote one too;
It multiplied our fears.

I wrote a poem, filled with joy,
And gave you that as well.
You wrote one too, and helped destroy
Our paranoia's spell.

I called you out with a song,
With tunes calling whom I long,
I could play this all day long,
To see you smile for life long.

the Sun is eating itself
voraciously self-consuming

and the Sun gives life
by the act of slowly dying.

Winter longer
Than any other season.
Crisp blue skies.
Wet days
To give way
To spring.
******* the old.
Who fear to never
See the promise.
Fertilize with patience.
Ready the field.
For green is waiting.