You are notYou are the sun which is setting in the evening, A quiet fire folding itself into gold, A whisper of warmth drifting over the horizon As day kneels softly before your light. You are the moon, the body of the night, A calm guardian carved in silver,... See More »
Enthralled …..In fields of social grace, our paths align, A sudden spark, a subtle, sweet design. You spoke a word, I caught a passing glance, And in that moment, took a willing chance. Your laughter like a melody unheard, A story whispered, vibrant, brave, and... See More »
Another roundThe Earth leans forward, slow and certain, into another circle around the sun. A quiet turning, a soft beginning wrapped in the same old light but somehow new. I stand here with it tired, hopeful, hands still warm from everything I carried through... See More »
After work scribbles, haven't written to a beat in a whileLooking out the glass again Autumn leaves they look like forest fires aflame in oil paint These happy moments aspertame Lacrimal like acid rain Touches feel like cable jumpers Conversation aspirin Oxytocin, oxygen What inner parts are artifice... See More »
Colors in vainI was a rainbow, bold and true, A canvas brushed in red and blue, With gold and green, and violet gleam, A living, breathing, painted dream. I danced through storms, I lit the rain, A fleeting joy, a tender pain. With every drop, my colors spun,... See More »
The shift that never endsI clock in to a glow that never dims, three laptops humming in my home office. One name on every login, all-digital work braided through my wrists, and the hours multiply like tabs in the dark. Coffee is a bandage that doesn’t stick. Sleep is a... See More »
Mystic Poetry: The Second Interior Mansion of a little soulMystic Poetry: The Second Interior Mansion of a little soul Human soul recoĺlects on divine splendor and treasures Complacent within the mansion of the first dwelling Eucharistic Host suspended begins drifting Soul veers around to see Eucharistic... See More » (1)
