I counted on the blush of sun to wash a crowded thought today, the play of sanguine tones against a river making mirrors of the angles cut in whitecaps to subdue the din of concrete walks and conversations. I placed my trust within a haze of rose-hued moments sewn and scattered where the water fills […]

Water fall

Carry me to greener grass Beneath a canopy of trees Whose pleasing shade is Cast to heal me when the Heat of day is burning. Leave me here to breathe The silence spoken in the Mist that whispers promises In subtleties of water passing by. Burden me to understand The patterns of a stream that […]

I could be falling

I could be forever falling. I could be the winter-withered dust assumed in sighs unsettled and retreating, a vague contingency of daylight witnessed pale and wilted in illusions painted on an evening sky before it cools. I could yeild to the mirage of peaceful seasons. I could linger in allusions to a fleeting state of […]

I’ll take a burden

I’ll make them mine to carry, All the burdens and the Weight you suffer to forget. I’ll remember all the bitterness And dredge the hurt so that Your passage is forgiving, And I’ll walk ahead to take The thistles and the thorns That overgrow the road to come. I’ll cut away the roots and Clear […]

Redbrick wall

Picture perfect questions Posed in fractures of a brick, And answers painted in the clefts Of clouds that grey and break above. Broken rains and settled mottos And fa├žades that mock the sunset Word for word with loose Interpretations of the poem Never plumbed, This redbrick scaffold Barely fixed with scars and fissures Holding tenuous […]

Traces in a window

I’ll trace a path through layers of dust upon a window pane betraying years I’ve spent beneath a mountain I won’t climb, the outline of a shadow on the landscape taking breaths before they’re finished. And my finger knows the trails it’s drawn, but only on the canvas of the glass between us scratched and […]

To be a walker

To be above the shade of mountains where a cloud is close enough to touch and just a glimpse explains the breadth beyond me in a way a word ought not to try, where valleys yawn below me cool and silent so to swallow all the noise I’ve ever made and utter breaths in mists […]