I want to be like snow-
silent,
serene,
yet strong;
shimmering
stars falling
gently
from
November skies;
like a sleepy
tinkling lullaby
in my cosmic cradle.

lavish lively days end in late exhausted afternoons,
may i rest with my head
upon your shoulder?
so I can dream
on the warmth
of the stalwart
shapes of snow angels
you bring to
my mind?

a master
facilitates
adventuring
students.

Your pain does not add to my pain.
It just- more conclusively revealed.
There bountiful forgiveness within it.

Your hurt is what bruises my heart,
like a foreign object I wish
to pull from the root.
Show me where your weeds lie,
and I'll get to work.

the places that have the
least reception can be the
place where you are the
most receptive.

I never cared what the crowd said,
our conversations were always
just between
you and I.

they find it more comfortable
when I have the
mask on