Tuesday

With the way things are going…

I can tell it may rain later 
And then you will waltz
Across my garden

  With no business being there
I asked for peace, you gave me 
A hurricane


I can’t stand the skin 
I see in the sea’s reflection

I can see myself 
     Buried under years
Of pretending 

I didn’t exist, 

or

My garden didn’t need water

Well that’s a lie 

I am learning that, 

The Hard Way.


fog
Can’t seem to keep
Moving forward
With love in my left
Pocket and years
That turn into
One long
Day

Friday


How is this so familiar
With a decade in between
Nothing seems to
Have changed
Everything, so familiar

The time spent
With you my dear,
Sets fire to my heart
I feel free. My soul sings
Me to sleep. I'm grateful 
You're in my dreams.