I was told while feeling sad, “tur
My heart ponders metaphors, for jo
It reaches towards Mother Nature
My heart becomes the germinating s
My soul is merely a locked door wa

“Broken me?”
(I gingerly tap her shrunken shoul
“Do you see me as our life’s plast
“Sewn together with a glistening g
Those permanently shaped pieces, o

You grow on sandy blankets, like s
You dip toward a sky’s dotted and
You soak beneath heaven’s lampligh
Stars bow to your gaze and a dry,
You are an oasis of pungently swee

Celestial body composing an orb of
A blue globe encircling brightest
To which we become, as one with he
Tasting her clear waters
As flowers sway with sun and moon,

Your beautiful lived within the ki
He lay there for eternities—he nev
You see? My core became his prism
As such, I found your kindness a
A breathable entity attached to ea

'Tis garden dusk embellishing a wh
She is like red roses, queenly amo
As fairies kiss her petals—she wel
Her thorns distance those who woul
Her red emboldens with Autumn’s p

Blazing rose
A citrus sweet of delectables, del
Passions, anew
Not like passions red, of boldness
‘Tis a fire’s passion—hot carbuncl

I am neighbor to a towering temple
It has enthralled my eye
A Superstitious monument hiding s
Sometimes I see her ghostly exist
Apache woman crys, her tears pound

I imagine I’m sitting
On the edge of moons
Seeing what is to become
My future
If only we could see what befalls

Oh, those whimsical movements insi
Dancing with wind piped songs, as
Like a mold glued together by eart
Thus my mind’s array blossomed upo
Earth gave her wings—spell binding

A mid-summer day presents it’s fir
June bugs hum a sultry sound, as p
Awakened are bold and ignite-ly co
A summer’s green brightened by a n
Turned burgundy wine, with hot ref

We close our eyes, effortlessly
Anticipating night’s bittersweetne
Darkness may shroud us like an app
We desire to taste a joyful solitu
Upon our paradisical thoughts is k

A magic rose
A glass slipper
With these please cloth me
A poisoned Apple
A thimble’s prick

How do I love myself?
I find myself—bleeding heart and r
I sing to my heart, yearning to st
Torn—I long to mend her broken sk
I long to stitch my soul back into

A lily folds in upon dusk til a br
Her grace tilts towards brightest
Gracefully tipping, her milky tide
Lily, grace
Fair; drunkin in sun hues and morn

Through a vision of the past
I’m looking at little hands restin
I’m holding him more gently than
In a moment bringing me my greates
He is so small and fragile

In woods blown by a wind’s unharne
On those higher, mightier planes o
Such is cracked mud drinking reple
Liana climbs the art strewn canopy
Liana touches each tree-being, dra

A thunder and lightning's dance st
Life moving swiftly, like drifting
’Tis the luster of a barren wilder
Thus, she dreams of what hides wit
Dashing to corners strewn by unpav

I see you
Standing before your reflection
I see you
Inside your reflection
Inside a mirror

Politics, what say ye?
May you play the game fair?
This is only a wanton wish
A fools hope
My hope

I swiftly dance to edges where sul
Here, love endures faithfully with
As she breaches air, cosmos keenly
Her mighty Orca’s touch streams u
She, a lighted being, penetrates d

Classic are darling vines—strong,
Catching mine eyes’ deepest inquis
Crowned leaves heavy by a fruit’s
Relinquishing delectable, sweet ge
She seeks inside for wide, whisper

Starting anew
With wishes and stars
With new lives and living tabernac
With new shorlines glowing underne
A glimmer

Bring ropes,
hang me on a gallows
STRING ME UP!
For within a feeble prison I am e
I am being forced downwards, by a

Of native words my tongue in Engl
I long to sail with caballitos de
To admire Mediterranean blue
To sink into tides where beaches m
Architecture old as bristle coned

Love concords, like similes in nat
Forever promenading silent truths
Procuring a beautiful earth where
Creating a single beating heart
Tis’ timeless are the enduring, to

Ambitious are his words, striking
Ink spills—the heart spills, and m
Everything has a soul, even words
Joyous and betimes grey and mourni
Most of all magic—the imagination’

I reach for gold in a billion stra
Tears long for my soul’s rapture a
Treading stronger waves I go—they
I reach for a sun’s unreachable hu
A spirit whispers, ‘STAND STI

(He), a CORE
Brightly spinning golden—summoning
An eternal destiny
Harnessing strength in sacred nobi
Wisdom

The death hills rolled in clay
Silvery, sheen and sunken stones
They seem to whisper amongst a dar
As night lights lushly soak earth’
There is history written upon the

“Tis’ ugly an oyster," their wretc
Not like sea horses fair, riding u
Tall and stalwart are they
Not like adorning corals blooming
They amuse man’s eyes with their b

To hear whisperings in wind, the f
Walking golden paths of leafy road
Looking up towards Red-Shafted N
Discovering nature's showcase—a pl
Gray Crowned Rosy Finches ruffli

I want to be as earth’s salt
I want to decorate pages with phan
I want to find gilded words trappe
I want to wield my imagination’s e
I want to reach for depths within,

Magic, like sparkling dews falling
In her
Compassionate, mother
She nourishes with fruitful fortit
Tranquil, mother

An orchestrated dream of symohonic
Gliding feather flanked pens, like
A mind’s generating seeds of color
Stamping notes on pale paper; the
We are wordsmiths, beating life in

Like the immortal throngs of a whi
She lives within abodes of grace b
Her living wisdom dances on azalea
Her creative expansions climb mead
She glows in dresses of mauve suns