I'm just a poet of circumstance.

I'm simply a poet of happenstance.

Years of sharing myself with only me.

Years of just wanting to at long last be free.

I may not be the poet that you asked for.

But I may be the poet that you now need at everyday's door.

Love;

It may not be there-

Tomorrow
Tonight
A few monents from now.

Seize it.
Seize love.

Carpe Amor.

When the sunset flirts with the horizon,
the stars will soon flirt with our eyes.
Our ebon surroundings arouse a gentle calm.
Moonlight reflecting off of the shoreline.
Tightly wrapped in one anothers gaze and arms.
We are blankets with emotions as the night draws deepest.
We are in love with a stanza of time.
The waves come in and we allow them to take us out to the deepest of sea.

Twilight on the edge

The horizon glows
a soft

Scattered atmosphere

Morning stars together sing
as jays of blue
take flight on wing.
The breeze is limp
as oaks stand still.
The greying sky with rain now fills.
A rainbow falls
upon the ground.
A colorful thud without a sound.
As nightfall crawls across the moon.
I stir my coffee
with spoon in June.

When I look up towards the stars, I may see something much different than you.
I see everlasting serenity.
A place void of anxiousness.
A place void of fear.
A place of long last ease and rest.
A tranquil active creek with subtle sounds of water flowing.
A place where the lions and the sheep play.
I see Heaven and a place for all beautiful hearts to forever stay.

The lights flickered and then all went midnight.
That's when we lose our names, 'out of sight'.
He, she, they, him, her.
In the daylight.
In the darkness.
In the Winter.
In the Summer.
I want to have a name that falls from your lips.
I may one day lose life's grip.
You may not be with me on this trip.
But please remember my name.
He, they, him is simply not the same.