across my face.

I saw spring coming
in the meadow
where the wildflowers
whisper to the wind.

found freedom on a snowcapped mountain top,

smiled to the child offering violets
cradled in her tiny hands

and when she smiles to me

her joy ripples like sunlight
across the sea of love.

the curtain is lifted.

the soul becomes visible

(always in the wild places
in my heart.)

it was our very first meeting
but i already imagined,
how we’ll be cuddling
in years we won’t be counting

Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.

the hatred
like a matrix
pulls you deeper
trying to climb but it's steeper
no love
you feel below not above
losing all hope
falling into desperation
it feels like suffocation
the hatred of a nation