Echolocating - please find my love
Under the shrubs
Or stored

under the cupboard

Deep in the cool cellar
Buried under the earth

Blue bleeding hearts
Clinking in
black beakers

My love is significant
Perhaps even
infinite
Beating in the heart

Of my beautiful infant

But among the rosebuds
The bushes unkempt
Thorns ***** my soft edges
And empty my
glass cup

Frail exposure -
an unsettling scent -
Sweetness are the red roses
Blooming just to be clipped

The world is withering like the fallen leaves
I can never tell where upon the terrace field
Of life, exploration. existence and will-
Are we nearing the end of our summit
Or merely crossing the drop of a hill
Ever far from the clouds, fringe of the pit
Are we at the very first rung of the fate wheel
Or are we edging rapidly towards the dip
Are we about to crush are we about to kneel
Are we losing our desperate clawing grips
Am I hearing welcoming drums or is this our knell
Is the thief of time silently vouching to steal
Our last supper our very last earthly meal
Or are we just crouching to brace The Greater Leap

I wish I could remember that words unspoken are sometimes more powerful.

When you walk or move
Everyone and everything moves along
Everything but the sky
Is it even real?

her eyes had met more
than just the surface

it went further
than shallow waters

her thoughts were deeper
than the lowest point in the ocean

as she sat on the hill
covered in pink flower petals
with the wind silently flowing by
bringing a soft cherry smell
oh, how bittersweet it was