Did I think the day after That time Moved forward? I must have believed I could leave one step at a time To put it all behind me Playing...

My feet took me onwards My eyes inwards And I cannot say when the soil became sand Or how far I have gone I would not know even how to...

Writing writing writing just notes staff and sheet Dead already as the leave the page That words are a prison a melody's mold Why then...

From time to time As drops of rain across life's length A breeze low cool and swift Takes up the eyes To bacchanalian creation Unveiled...

The door to love cracked first Through crooked smiles suggesting secret lands and hidden truths the faewild yet unwalked ever after...

4:30 gloam is unforgiving reserved for fighting ghosts haunted halls of memories and still born dreams The stones weigh heavier, before...

For everything a season has For planting and for tending Growing and resting, tilling and reaping The rhythm of rain and sun A patient...

Release Freedom Letting go Nothing is lost but perhaps I have gained a foothold in myself

Poems merely hands outstretched towards divinity hanging laurels on blood and beauty Cathedrals to memories Epitaphs for another time...

In two years time A lover left Their heart, in the shape of a breakfast With regret that it is not enough And the universe will continue...

In words and rhymes and metaphors I stretch to climb to heights Where I can see, enough at least, to say to you Just what it is I mean by...

You don't just bury someone once Closure is only the final Santa Claus we give up Living without means losing every time you remember...

In truth I was just embers Straining to stay lit To be again ablaze In love with water's soothing touch Joyous to be warming Wondering...

Rising again unbidden, in wonder, fleeting If this truly brought me nearer the heavens Or if I only craved the tension on the chains To...

Deliberately forward Taught and white knuckled Praying through primal breaths For the ground, Fated Foe, To make its brutal way to me

Oh to be a body before the storm Wild winds against the skin The smell of rain and promised fire To see the sky prepare its bellow To be...

Strange That it is unsaid That meant to be is always there But found unfinished Awaiting us to see it through Perhaps, sometimes I feel,...

On an afternoon in springtime decided To do, not to falter in heart All granite conviction Brave and at peace with the ends On a morning...

I never thought In Summer's splendor All bombast bravado and youth How heavy would be the stillness Patience and faith Watching shadows...

I feel now the great dreaming Warm and regal mantle when all the world become a mist of mere potentialities All crashing corridors and...