We Are Still Here

We are still here. He immediately points to my insignia "Yah, but mine's gold" I believe him; He has more gold adorning his body than I own "You got a home?" "I've a place to stay..." He understands Better than anyone "Grandpa stopped the music" I believe it I charged the speaker before I left … Continue reading We Are Still Here

Where We Want to Be

Early morning April storms The wind is whistling through Trees outside As Earth freezes Once again But inside There is warmth In hearts beating In bed sheets strewn Across bodies Apart But longing, calling Across the aether between I wake to A new day Possibilities unbound Doors unlocked Arms and hearts Opened wide Welcomed in … Continue reading Where We Want to Be