You had fallen content with talking to the walls
I knew when I left, you wouldn't notice at all
The moment the door opened I'd forgotten your face
The wind blew furiously, disrobing my lace
I now stand naked in the cold, a discomfort
So comfortable, I no longer feel pain.
I am free, unbound, alone, but not afraid

The fruit that lies before me
is neither above nor beneath.
Wasting thought on fruitless worry,
existing for the pursuance of grief.
wasting your love by craving more,
accomplishing nothing but a heart
being torn.

I yearn
to make the sun shine
so I can see it reflect
in the lights of your eyes

jasmine is known to be
sweet and delicate
her life a never ending poem
and as she reads,
she slowly forgets.

jasmine devotes her life
to finding where she belongs
but she finds herself circling,
chasing her tail
forgetting that love was inside her
all along.

you see, jasmine's a traveler at heart
yet always confused on where to go
trying to create a perfect world
when her happiness can only be found
through word.

lily tells me she’s a lover at heart
i’d love to love her, but every time I try
she places her hand on my mouth
and looks up at the sky.
“I just don’t get it.
I can’t understand why
no one wants to love me.”

I reply,
“don't you ever think, just maybe
love is all around you
and you refuse to see?”
she frowns and furrows her brow
lily says she has an open mind
but she doesn’t want to listen
to what others have to say
maybe if she learned how
she’d let herself be loved
                            before she could run away

I wish a meteor struck as you held me close
and we're cradled by ash, molded by stone
thousands of years later
when they uncover our bones
they'll say,
"behold, a love that has died
to live 'til the end of time
two souls that will never
be alone."

The summer Irish breeze
feels just like you did
during those cold winter weeks
when my extra pounds weighed heavy,
when the snow smothered trees

Walking faster, then you ran
left me with nothing
but a car bomb and a pen
now when I look in the lake
I see your face
and it dissolves into sand

do you still look for me?
up in the pines
if the wind whispered, “it’s she you need”
just wander north, follow the sky
to the Irish countryside
and feel me in the breeze