When she turned her gaze upon me,
I was a mote of dust
caught in a beam of sunlight
I was huge and beautiful
and bright.

I laughed and danced
and shone.

And when she turned away,
a cloud moved across the sun
and I was extinguished.

Little eyes/Little eyes/Little eyes
How do you see the big big world?
To spy it right side down, and place you wrong side up
was once our favorite game.
I have never feared falling;
it is the unexpected landing that encourages anxiety.
The picture was taken today, and that is all that matters.
Capture the spectrum that stretches between
                          you and I;

Hold inside what it is you believe to be truth.
Do not let it drown in those warm, vain tears.
If what I perceive is truly the past
please let me sway like the pendulum
forward and backward...
     but really side to side.

A window to the soul, I doubt it.
More resembling the circularity of our stories--
of our lives.
Spin on your thoughts, darkness will not allow sleep.
Knocking, to be polite.
Knocking, to allow time to hide secrets.
Enter as you wish, It's too hard to decline
after all that we have endured,
after all this time.

I eat your words, I hear your touch,
I feel only selfishness when you come inside.  
Comfortable, because I stopped caring
and because I embrace my independence.
Little lies/Little lies/Little lies

Her bare feet slapped against the pavement.
Tulle skirt stuck to her sweaty thighs.
The first drop fell.
Rain came that day.

Arms outstretched, she started to twirl.
Until the footsteps came near.
Out of time with the thunder claps and bursts of light.
She stopped and stared.

He was there.
Drenched in the rain.
Watching.
She laughed and pulled him to dance with her.

I may trip but I won't fall
You’re always there
You always catch me
When I stumble

My foot catches
A corner
Oh no where are you?
I don’t see you

But you catch me
Where are you?
I don’t see
But I know you’re here

You smile and say
“A little clumsy
Now aren’t we?”
I laugh and say

“You know how
I am now don’t you?
Always tripping
But never falling”

love songs
sugar tears
dried by handsome princes
traipsing merrily throught the daisies

the demon laughs
and gives the globe
another shake
as the dark sky
disintegrates around her

Let time and space be captured in a picture, let the beauty of the world be found in one place.

Let me adore the treasure searched for by kings. Let me look at your face and believe paradise exists...

Blue-grayish waves lap summer's sun-drenched beaches,
eternal, soothing rhythm, an enduring melody, into the soul it reaches.
Neighboring celestial bodies, conductors of the tides, creating eon's symphony,
        embracing, pacifying music: a choral harmony.

Placid, glistening lake with fall moon's luminescent splendor,  
silvery, reflective mirror, still and serene, lying quietly in slumber.
Bright, streaming rays, upon the surface, become as two entwined eternally,
        brilliantly flowing: a beacon of tranquility.

White, pristine snow upon the meadow on a winter's early morning,
softly sown, caressing Mother Earth, pure and alluring.
Sol's rays shimmering on crystal flakes, a mosaic luminosity,
        sparkling diamond facets: a blanket of serenity.

Dew-covered fields patched with spring's wild flowers,
dazzling array, vibrant and alive, displaying rainbow's colors.  
A zephyr stirs bouquets of aromatic splendor, emerging reality,
       a living portrait masterpiece--a canvas of vitality.

Nature, an ageless composer, conceiving kaleidoscope showcases,
perennial seasons casting actors on scores of different stages.
Wise is it, from time to time, to pause in awe and humble reverence,
      and view a master artist's majestic, grand performance.