life is like the tide,
lapping softly on the shore.
it pulls and pushes,
dances and dips,
tugs and turns.
it is beautiful like the tide,
soft and gentle
foaming crescents,
letting the heart play.
it is also dangerous like the tide,
dark and frothing,
sharp and yanking,
pulling you under,
to a place you might never break free of.
but that is just it,
life plays like a child,
but screams like demon,
it is light and dark,
sun and moon,
but like the tide,
it will change.
challenges will come and go,
struggle will arrive and leave,
joy will vanish only to come back on the other side.
for life is like the tide,
free, unexpected, and glorious.

a name like water
flows from my lips
into the darkness
through the abyss.

i watch you quietly
you do not see
you never will
and it is killing me.

we are all made of stars
cast down from the heavens
and turned into
a form we can recognize.

perhaps
we are not all made for a life
on this planet
and should have stayed with the stars.

maybe that is why
some of us look for a way
back to the stars
because we were not made
for this.

Shards of glass
crash to the floor
tiny ruby droplets
dust their surface.

Words like knives
cutting,
killing,
blame the victim.

Wrong place wrong time
not true
it cannot be true
there is only one at fault.

Look up at the sky
dusting of stars
go to the place
where all the dreamers are.