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

Aye, a magic dust reflecting off i
A starry ring burns upon a night s
I barely touch her, like dreams al
An invisible clock chimes in many
Silhouetted earth shadows embark u

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

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

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

Dear “least of these”
I am oft so kind, I pray
Tho some not so kind, I shutter s
It’s hard to do
It’s hard to let the heart not gro

Enchantments of a mystic deep
Fabled creature of sea
A veritable truth she keeps
’Tis a voice of larks’ glee
In rippling shoals of wavy blue

Titled helmet, chin down
’Tis recollections of a maddened,
Tossed into sprigs of pine overcoa
Angels harrow sweet anthems to the
As they, soldiers valiant, climbed

A wolf follows me, his musky, onyx
He’s always there, with a simperin
I envision his bite venomous, like
He is my fear trapped within, my d
His venom is the poison of thought

Tattered and worn, elegant still,
Antique lace, like circled doilies
Waxy, porcelain pearls adorn you a
Above my head I save my each trea
You dance with sky walkers and dre

My bloodlines—strings on harps rip
Waves lifting—gone, soaked up by g
The bygones of waning moons, melte
My bloodlines stir compasses insid
To trees binding threads of vines

They are the banished and branded;
Castoff like stones plucked into w
Coalesced,
Fleeing
Indignantly hunted

Hearts beating their final round—l
Spring gullies dipping into nature
Nigh, approaching the inevitable f
’Tis a beautiful fate!
Wooded gardens I admire

Sakura—a sacred wisp of cherry blo
She is dressed in sanguine grace;
Arrayed in dresses of spring tide
A Somei Yoshino—weeping, billow o
We trace our lives to her edges of

I am a transformative swan of deep
I sing with gentle muses on Apoll
In many a dream, I dance with gra
My inky, starless hues are a vast
In a suffering, aphotic morose, my

I long to see a Genesis of soul
To gaze upon mega cosmos beyond
I’d reach for stars upon bright, d
Alive, verdantly, spun with golden
My heart weeps heavy, heaving ligh

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

We spend our lives longing for tou
Most of all love
Alone in a cosmic universe, spinni
We long for conversation’s meaning
For a nod, a smile, or a soft affi

In trial we struggle like the last

Autumn left a fragrance of bucolic
Honeyfur, cool and crisp, I savor
Moonglades swept away my longing h
Nigh, moonwakes kept their vigilan
At dusk, newfound senses awoke ami

I beheld a million wishes floating
Reveling in thrushes and blushing
Oh, God’s color is brilliance of
Kissing my cheek, my nose, the bac
I love loving those lightning-vibr

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’

Falling water of Gods, sculpted o
A swirl of turquoise glacier carvi
A sense for clarity of thought
A continuous being
A hopeful vision

We argue of creation and God’s tr
In her perfection she denotes
With each star synchronized, in ha
For one alteration could cause a d
Her science surely precise, as ear

‘Tis eventide, when all is stilled
Dark and dimly blue, nightly cappe
White magic drizzles, dancing on w
The Christmas fairy nigh approach
She, antiquated gypsy star

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

I could smell rain saturating midn
As I sat on my concrete porch, dr
It's melodious tinkering on my roo
As my heart quickened, I could se
I envisioned him looming in the pi

My thoughts forever provoke emotio
Sometimes they sting with truth, t
’Tis my fate to live until my ink
Time to create again—to paint, to
I stamp my singing breath to parch

My daughter says, "mommy write me
I pondered for a while, on writing
But I paused within the realizati
She wanted me to write a glass sli
I pictured her sweet cerulean eyes

I long to travel a place fair
’Tis whiter than bright sun
Where benevolence is sweet air
Breathing lenity spun
Where all my yearnings rise golden

where do oceans end?
Where do galaxies begin?
When do mountains stop touching sk
Do trees ever stop dancing so tall
My mind wants to create limits. M

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

In my dreams a sylph sang whilst s
Thus, such a sylph's purging delig
There, a water nymph glistened as
Near this aquamarine diamond of se
There, a centaur galloped swiftly,

My deep, glaciers of thoughts land
Like a stamp from my mind's eterna
Such is a drop of rain creating it
Significant imprints—the untraceab
This is where canvases ignite all

Remember when our love first start
Together we made perfect sense
We walked the same stride and I w
We have babies now, and they keep
I will love them no matter how old

Spring was our birth
A season of airy hycinths and viol
Summer produced a jungle
A juncture, wild and spellbound by
Autumn relinquished a solemn breez