Come, sit beside me
Grab a chair, a stool, a couch
Bring coffee and conversation
we’ll slump, chill and slouch
It matters not on where you sit
nor on, where you stand as well
As long as you come in peace
with things to share and tell
It’s of little concern what you look like
or the accent that you leak
as long as you make a good coffee
and we listen when each speak
on a matter of personal opinion
maybe another point of view
So let’s enjoy each others perspective
and feel free to express them too

What is desired slips away.
What is not desired slips in.
The mind is stuck in a state
of restless uncertainty.

My treasures are few
Books to read stories to share
And also there's you

If my teardrops were wishes
life would be filled with the sweetest of kisses.

That sweet pang in my heart
when I think of you.

can i tell you a secret?
some days, when the sky is its darkest hue
and the clouds are a light gray-blue
i write poetry.
it's all about you.