Some things
are in the
past and some
'aren't'.
It seems we
get to choose which.
Don't you know
a shadow can cast in front of you ?
Do you search for the curses,
or for the blessings,
or do you pick every cherry needed in 'tween ?
Trapped within time's
hellish gaze ?
Or
are you freed by eternal
sunrises ?

when one has little desire
other's become
much more apparent

whether she was in
the center of the photos
or the focus of my camera
i knew my
love had
a precise
nature
in which
was captured
in its rapture.

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.