A pain not chosen
Yet lain at your fingertips.
And the thing is,
You're not told how to handle this pain.
You're not told what to do with it.
And so you let it attack you
And let it conquer your head
And your heart
And you wilt.
Your petals weaken at the feeling caused by
Heavy thoughts and
Heavy sentiment.

Listen close, dear, lean in close.
Learn the song of the crackling fire.
Your eyelids are heavy;
Let them fall.
Breathe.
Slip away into the sweetest dreams
One could ever dream.
You can let go of my hand if you want to;
I'll still be here in the morning.
Lean your head on me, darling,
And allow your mind to travel
To all those places we wish to visit
Someday.
I'll lie here and do the same.
I'll close my eyes and
If we're lucky,
We'll see eachother soon.

Blowing steam
Bubbled surface
In the still of the evening
The tea kettle sings-

A song of warmth
And tranquility
As it pours
Into a tea cup
And the tea bag sinks
Into an ocean of sighs
Before the closing of the eyes
And sweet dreams
To guide a night's journey

Not all that glitters is gold
And not all gold glitters
For you must find the glitter
The shine
Or the spark
Deep inside
Something that might not appear so

Gold glitters when you find its glitter

who are you?
i believe i've seen you before.

your anger ignited the monstruous volcanoes
that set lava down the roads
your teardrops flooded the canyons
and the valleys
your passion burned down trees
and plants and homes

i remember you had this fire,
this fire in your eyes
because you knew what you wanted
and when
and how

you struck life like lightning
and you were set on your journey.

you were so powerful
and intelligent

and you held purpose.

it was like the earth knew you
inhabited it,
as if everything that lived was waiting
for you.

i remember your fire.
i remember you.

little one,
with your smile so bright and grand,
never let anyone make you feel
like less than you are
you are greater than
the greatest
but you are only this way
if you believe so.

and i know you're bad
with change
because i've lived to see
what it can do to you.

your eyes are unique
for they see things
many cannot.
never let one's thoughts
ruin your vision
of this world
and what it can become.

you'll find that the beauty you once knew
will turn to disaster.
but you will
also find,
in disaster,
beauty.

"There's a ring around the moon,"
I said,
"It's so beautiful."
He stood next to me,
his eyes fixed on the same sky above.
"That means the weather is going to change.
It's a big phenomenon; I never really understood
it.
It is beautiful, isn't it?"
These moments,
Although just moments,
Sew patterns of time into my body.
That way when I grow old and lean,
I can look at these fascinating patterns
And remember
My father.
And his ways
Even though this moment can't tell much,
it can tell everything.
For he is
My flower swaying to the tune of the
rock-and-roll breeze.
My star in the library sky.
Each star a book, I mean.
My father is a book in the sky.
He tells his own story.
He's a wonder.
An amazing individual
who I just so luckily
am able to call 'Dad'.