Where angels sing, you lead the choir,
Cascading bright with song,
Where angels fly, you fly higher,
Around the earth, up and along.

Your love flows like a river,
Unto becoming ears,
A truth with doth deliver,
Beauty to be enjoyed for years.

sometimes
a thing can be
m i n i m a l
to the point
of confusion.

things
s l o w
d
  o
    w
       n
suddenly
*in the violet-white
sheen
f l o a t i n g
on the air.

writing my poetry to horror movies...
the fear never lasts longer than a moment,
and it's safe to breath for a small pardon...
because what I'm afraid of
isn't in my imagination.
what I'm afraid of,
it isn't lost
in my world of creations...
it's something most people seek
but it makes me feel weak.
I'm not interested in romance,
I'm interested in the rain...
because it's too exhausting now
to think about doing it all again.
I've got my heart on my sleeves
so you can see...
but they're attached with iron clamps
weighing on me, sinking me...
because what good is an anchor
without a distant shore?
what good is falling in love
with a heart that always wants more?
I'm going to let you down

An Angel in the evening,
Cast light upon my nest,
I could tell, his presence kindled,
A sunshine in my breast,
All night long I had the urge,
To grab and kiss his hands,
In perfect calm we could surge,
Over troubled sands,
I've seldom met a spirit,
So steadfast and so kind,
I muse upon you wantonly,
O fiery, enchanted mind.