I sleep with the lights on now
I sense the endless dark
Please protect my oldest friend
Sacramento Mark

Venice and Istanbul
Will I ever go?
Portland's Japanese garden
Kyoto aglow in snow

Beauty is a blessing
Science marches dawn
Snow falling on cedars
Scifi Gamla Stan

Beauty doesn't last
Young women become old
Sent my letter to you
Truth had to be told

           Origami
        Florida Fold

The stench of oblivion permeated the conciousness. Primordial instincts were silenced by the solitude of desolate thoughts.

Do not discredit your worst moments,
They have brought you here

You didn’t just become the beautiful
Butterfly my dear

Your trying past and triumphant present
deserve equal praise

For the pain lead to your transformation,
So celebrate your caterpillar phase…

Pouring out from the top of my pen,
flooding in a pool on parchment
everything I ever felt.
Every heartache and fear,
laid bare in black ink
for your judgement:
My fragile
paper
Soul.