we played along the keys of life
colored along the mirror of the sky
we built sandcastles in my dreams
you professed love inna better light
bathed in the waters that fell down
poised with passion that we gave
opened my eyes for a new love to see
cleansing the air I breathe
astounded by the grace of our sound
it is heaven that we’ve found
it’s love
that has me feeling this way
the reason I get up everyday
desired by the love you gave
feel this almost everyday
fulfillment in my bones
flowers have grown
by this love we’ve shown
that can go for miles wide
if only I can feel this all the time.

A great write
is often a co-incidence!

I want to write a book
So many things to say
Arguments to have
No one speaks
A lot of love to share
The audience is now listening
But the silence has never been this quiet
SO I WILL TALK LOUD FOR THEM TO HEAR
And I will not write in all caps, but my words will shout their meaning.
Stay there read as I type
Wait till I go to bed and turn off the light
I want to write a book

i wrote and wrote
spilled black ink on the paper
and watched it dry with the spilled crystals on my cheek
i laughed and laughed
at the lovely memories stuck on repeat
and the foolish things i did
perhaps i wasn't the same person i was before

i write what i right
i right what i write

To write,
was to embrace all the waves
that you kept off the shore.

To write,
was to embrace the thoughts
you shoveled down
so they wouldn't have the power to hurt you.

To write,
was to feel liberated
of your shackles and confinement.

To write,
was to find yourself
navigating towards
your own thoughts
and emotions that you
kept away for so long.

To write,
was to feel once more
and be brought back to yourself.