You know
eventually
we all
need
nothing but
that fresh breeze
on our faces
that we like
to call
life

*when the sunset finally withdraws
all I need is the moon rising
as a waves muttered and light
shines upon my bones
I'am free at last

days like this are my favorite.
silence save the sound of the wind, the rain, and cars passing

its like a gentle cleansing--
a washing away of the doubt
that consumes me most days

the wind helps me breathe
the rain helps me think
and the cars help me remember I'm not alone

The Cowards Lie; A life lived.

If a poet falls in love with you,
Don't take it for granted;
*They don't write poetry
For just anyone, you know.