She was my little nymph
Unaware of it but something I onl
The love legendary in moments beyo
as I close my faithful eyes to fin
I feel awake as my mind pushes my

Oh how I wish
my talent with words
were like
that of a painter
with color and dimension.

A long time ago
I wrote a poem for a girl
whose beauty and grace
was captivating, enthralling
but who was also

If there was anything that mattere
I would hold hope
that the very thing
would be me.
Profitably me.

I’m hesitant,
a little anxious and
KINDA NERVOUS.
I haven’t talked to anybody
at all this week

You’ve got to bleed life
and be able to write it
with a grip in your hand
that knows no limit,
clenching 'til the roots

This little book of rhyme
holds captive my heart.
No, my mind’s the real upstart.
Credit to my heart’s a crime.
Desperation took the real blow

The ladder is before you
Will you climb?
Well of course you will
You have the time
Those first rungs are easy

Live to see
from sunrise to set,
dances of dazes,
how memories collect.
Be it too wrong

Winds like giant breaths
spoke life into the dead
with a chilling verse.
This was a night
to reanimate