OursI heard a voice echoing through Manhattanon a December night when the air was staticand the sky was made of ash.We were two specks of dustwho drifted into one anotherat the feet of trembling buildings,unable to shake day-old snow from theirconcrete skin.I had wandered the earth in search ofthe barefooted pioneer I once was,the fearless pirate I longed to be.I heard a voice echoing throughurban alleyways on a December nightwhen I found somethingfar beyond what I was looking for.Every relentless snowflake thatclung to my eyelashesmelted beneath yourweightless breath;and I was weightless, too.You took my h
It's all in the eyesIn his eyes, I seeall the childish desires he has no intention of suppressing.Flecks of green, fingertips of an endless forest.Leaves that long to cut their tetherand aimlessly find their wayto the other side of the earth.He staresas if he doesn't seewhat's in front of him, as ifhe's hit rewind, and is replayingall of the marvelous thingsthose emerald irises have absorbed.His eyelashesare not stroked by the stale airof suburbia,but by the newborn breath ofan electric ocean;streaks of lightning,endlessly extendinginto an earth that tremblesbeneath his feet.He is a pioneer of the unnecessary,o
Spring ThunderstormClouds gather above a shivering landscape, and it's time for our lips to cease the utterance of empty words.Raindrops find their waythrough open windows,and the drapes caress the windas my fingertips discoverthe heat of your skin.The sky ignitesbetween our lips,and in your eyes I see the universe.Stars burning,thunder rolling,infinity forever shiftingbetween us.Lightning strikes,and our hearts are no longertimid metronomes,but a thunderstorm of early Spring;holding eternity withinevery drop of rain.
Never Rest AgainThis world's strange workingsare far beyond my comprehension.All I know is that youwoke something in methat will never rest again.I am a grain of sand among vast oceans,but I hold the universein my hands.
The Hummingbird AwakesThe hummingbird awakes and brightly singsThe rising sun caught in her feathered breastMy fingers pluck a song from golden stringsaccompany as she performs her bestThe trees extend their limbs with windblown graceA burst of color strewn across the skyMy bare feet feel their age-old bark's embraceTheir stories heard within a leaf-lined sighThe grass now rests beneath my shoeless feetThe sky beneath each clouded fingernailAnd when the never-ending day's completeI'll tell the world each sunlight-soaked detailHow long I've waited, frozen in the snow;my lovely hummingbird, I've missed you so.
Thank you so much!