Oh my dear heart,
Why are you crying,
Crying so painfully,
That each tear makes a crack on you?
Why torture yourself?
What is love?
Why is it so precious?
You need to look at yourself in the mirror,
You look ghastly,
As if there is no drop of blood in you.
Why my dear heart?
Why cling on to this love's bitterness?

the stream of melting snow
I hear it all night long
and all day.

white disappears, and reveals the

broken chair
fallen branches
lost glove
and abandoned rake


that the first snowfall blanketed
and accumulation hid from view
since December.

the falling snow didn't remove it
and the stream of melting snow
doesn't wash it away.

I have to clean up my mess
myself.

My days are not exceptional
I get up, I eat, I breathe
And I go back to sleep.

I am simple.
I'm colored in gray.

She is the sun,
A brilliant, bright yellow.
Her face has color.
In her eyes,
There is light.
She is young.

But I
Am not.
We share our years
In number alone.

Because my bones
Are heavy with time.

She is the moon.
She pulls,
And I will follow
As she commands.

Burning brightly as fire,
I am ensnared
By her haughty gaze.
I will share with her the beauty
Of the world around us.

Once she emerges
From her personal bubble,
From her small
World of self.

With age comes patience.
I can wait.

I am
Experiencing
This
Phenomena

Where I am ready and willing and
Safe

I feel the capacity
Within me
To move forward
To pursue
To advance

Simultaneously
I watch myself
Dream for tears to fall.

To feel
To express
To experience
The loss that has felt
Far too safe
In the pit
Of my stomach.

See my face,
But listen for the voice that begs to be
Set
Free.

Dark light


words still tremble
in your mouth
even in silence
they speak for you
and for me

don’t go

from the darkness of this world
into the light
of a new kingdom

set me free
calm the heat
sway
take in your arms
and hide
from the world