I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.

Show me the indigo blue fade the sky gives you as it says
Goodbye,
And the teal-colored gems
That glow like jewels without glitter,
As if they knew they needed no glamour
To make that inner light beautiful.
Show me that you understand me when I say
That I think the sky is such a fair thing,
Just trying to make the sun and moon get along.
It saves the stars for the moon so it wasn't too dark
And it saves the life for the sun so it won't get too lonely.
But of course the sun always bids farewell by invading the moon's space,
What, with all it's bright, beautiful colors.
They'll fight every dawn just because the sun is so clingy.
The poor moon...
(I think she likes her anyway)

Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

i lose myself
like a ship in a storm
but you're the lighthouse
bringing me home

s.s