Once a field of lush green
laid out under sun and sky
roving in waves that carried
herbal joy whispering sigh
Now in this vortex of
cloud and dust
rusty blades lie
flat and crushed
The storm can't pass
anchored by unseen chains
choking to be revived
by the drowning rain

as he approaches he can't help but appreciate the view
a skyline he hasn't had the pleasure of absorbing with his eyes
for ever so long

he begins his descent throught the tangle of vines
peering past the nests of leaves and twigs
into the double moons that stare back at him

coming upon a smooth slide
he can't help but tickle as he makes his way down
resting in a hollow before his ascent resumes

now facing a climb over two gentle slopes
careful to give equal attention to both
thoroughly enjoying the bounty that fills his hands

once he reaches the crests he continues
across a plain slightly further than he had previously remembered
still scarred by the years of cultivating life

he nears the hidden chamber of home
the place he can't forget
the place he can't stop missing

I thought you were mine

until I wasn’t

I think you got yours

….makes me smile ….. through the tears

oh how you do what you do
without even touching me

Have yet to meet one

An elusive title
The expectations rightfully steep
Few can ascend that peak

I have yet to meet one

Where did that eyelash land after I
made my wish?

Have you seen the rainbow with
colors that don't exist?
I have .....

Dreams make anything possible
Fortune is me-made
Desire can burn a
fire through a soul
smolder and smoke
inhale and choke
We learn to live
love
fall
fly
Why do we pretend that we'll
never die?

You just can't stop can ya?
Leave it alone...?
I know.....
the truth
is
hard to deny.

mark my words
they are in my head
and infuse my heart
with deep meaning
and trivial blather
no room for
fantasy
no foolish wasted
energy
hoping for the
happily ever after*
silence is all you hear
with your deaf ears

A lavender sky unfurls before me
its plumes shifting
     imperceptibly
while the sunrise
     pends at my back.
The delicate white wings
flutter just above the dewey grass revealing
     silently
the city of fairy moths
     welcoming today.
The myths of me and mine
     echo quietly
with the rhythm
     of my hollow heart
as the bruised horizon
brightens blue.

The last crimson drop

I gave away to you

Now all that's left

Is the crusty residue

The stain of emptiness

Permanent-has become my vice

Despite drowning myself

In seas of amber and ice

When
he pushed
into me
there was
    no room
for anything
    Else