Month: December 2015

Counting days

My days are measured
they are counted
and they are numbered.
Past me they run
unencumbered by my will
or by my desires.
They leave me
cruel and abrupt
without a second glance.


What the night brings

The night fell upon us
heavy and dark
insulating us
with its downy fringes
and that night I dreamt
of a wave of death
pure and forgiving
full of promising warmth
and I truly hoped
the night left us in silence

Falling in the night

I saw a beam of sun wink at me
Before it crashed full force
Into the petal of a flower
Bursting with deep blue veins
And with this solar warmth
Exudes a fragrance
So sweet
We became intoxicated
And threw around heavy words
And forgot to guard the walls we had built
And so they fell
As we fell with the sunshine
And became drunk with love deep into the night

In the royal garden

I hear a rhapsody,
of god’s voice
in the hum
of the afternoon cicada

I see the reflection
of a vast sky
and a vaster god
in the lotus pond

A world made beautiful

The world is made beautiful
through life
and through death
in ephemeral eyes
immortality is put on display
laid out for all to view
a world made fragile
a world
not meant to break
a life unbroken
a life stitched back together