Come back
to the moment.
Which one?

Yesterday,
the day before—
the sun was always brighter,
remember?

Come back
to the moment.
When?

Years ago,
I don’t even know.
The grass is greener
in memory than in the soil.

Come back
to the moment
when my mind saw a world
pristine and unraveled,
ready to be walked.

Please, come back,
little boy I once was.
Come back to the summer scent
on your skin,
and the raspberry taste
on your lips.

Yes—then.

Come back,
but don’t stay.


[Another recurrence of The Unwritten—spilled as art.
Raw expressions from an overwhelmed mind, and a trickster heart.]

(Part 01)

As the dawn arrived,
the cold breeze
swept the
belt of
yellow sand
with her fragile
delicate fingertips,
till the sun
dipped low
and
melted into
the seas of tears,
for the moon
to take a
flight
into the skies
to have a ballet
with the
stars.

I can't find friends
Where could they possibly be?
Oh the weather's not fair
I wasn't thinking you see
I know they existed
In fantasy and myth
That gave me hope
And the trust that comes with
But my life has grown hard
I need them here now
I was there for them
But out they bow
But there are good folks
Didn't mean to knock them all
With you at your lowest points
They visit an call
I am just a skeptic
Experience has changed me
It's just my broken heart talking
Feel free to disagree.

I'll still follow you,
this love unrequieted,
till the moon grows dim.