Fruits, seeds, and blooms,
Bare feet pressing into soft, mossy ground—
A green light spills like a carpet
Across an island hushed in surreal quiet.
Water glides over stones,
Each rock alive with shadow and shine.
I lift my gaze to the endless blue above,
Where even the edge of a leaf feels extraordinary.
Earth, sand, and pine needles press into my soles.
Can you hear the echo?
These hands can shift the earth—
But it will never be enough for you.
We are animals stealing from the sky.
Even the smallest insect leaves its trace.
The landscape shifts around me,
Yet the path—worn and winding—remains.

You gather stars from the night sky,

one by one, 
as if their light could fill the silence in me —
but even galaxies fall short.
Don’t hold my words too tightly.

I gambled on something fragile,

hoped the weight of chance 
might land in love.
I want this to stay.

To linger in the space 
where laughter once came easy.

Now, every breath feels heavier,
 but I face the shadows head-on.
These hands —
they could cradle more than constellations, 
lift the weight of dreams.

But even towers laced in gold

feel hollow
 when you look right through me.
I take it all in the ache, the beauty, the stillness —
and yet,

I remain
 less than what you seek

I wandered slow, the sky turned grey,
And aching words I longed to say.
Oh no! Each voice, each weary face—
A mark of sorrow, lost in place.

My mind could hear a distant cry,
A whisper soft, a heavy sigh.
It trickled down the shower wall,
A trembling echo in the hall.

Proclaim thy voice, let silence break!
Fly far from all the hearts that ache.
Away! Away! through bark and stone,
Through mossy paths where dreams have grown.

Yet still today, the light shines clear—
Because you came, because you're near.
And though the past may softly weep,
Its tears now lull my soul to sleep.

A white-hued pig upon the surface
Of this venerable institution—
Exhausted by a deluge of thought,
A writer sits, shackled and bound.
My summer shade shall never fade,
Mourn me not when I am gone.
So long as breath resides in me,
Let not my treasures be undone.
As tender as a budding flower,
Unshaken by the storm's harsh cry,
Your beauty, mirrored, shall not wane—
More lovely still, when eye meets eye.
Too fierce the sun in heaven’s gaze,
Yet grants you life without a name.
Your worth uncertain, yet profound,
Death shall not boast its fleeting claim.
The golden law, both sweet and just—
Shall I compare myself to thee?
If this be folly, or end-time’s edge,
Let love’s truth live eternally.

It began as a whisper,
Carried by the sweetness of emotion.
The world holds no simple truths.
He asks, "Why are you not well?"
The river merges with the ocean—
Does the sunlight not kiss the sea?
I learned that truth from another.
I cannot repay what you have given me.
Will you receive him with grace?
May the gates of heaven not turn him away.
Yes, there was laughter, there was joy.
Lord, please lift him from his grief.