Love regrets,
promises return,
comets in mourning
—meteors burn

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Approaching the lexicon
of what’s still unsaid,
My words beg acceptance
now silent unread

Inside there’s a freedom
once crossing the line,
unspoken confessions
—unfrozen in rhyme

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

Larcenous freedom,
mask so divine
Hiding in plain sight
—stealing from time

(The New Room: March, 2021)

~

too learn in the teachings
of the lessons not taught,
too bathe in the waters
of the waves that brought;
a feeling of substance
right down to the bone,
and drown in emotions
that where never your own.

~

I hate the thought of the sunrise, when the earth hides, in its sea of colors. I like the rainy mornings, when the earth awakens, in a sheet of darkness, telling stories of the heartless.. as the rain hits the pavement