The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
Watch The light Move Listen To the sounds The way they bounce And reflect From and to Those who Need it to see Need it to hear What was there All along. Where does it go Why And what legacy does it leave behind?
Sisters, They Sing so sweetly If only In a pitch Not meant For listening to.
So the day has passed And now I sit Contemplative Resting in the comfort and stillness of the night air Watching As shadows move across the ceiling above As the walls hold strong in their resolve to remain I listen To the gentle sound of the wind And can hear as well Passing cars Laughter … Continue reading The Hum of a City Waiting
Never have I seen before A light that shines as yours What you exude Cannot be found In markets or in stores. The world around you seems to glow Colors come alive Time seems to slow To shimmer To stop Your silhouette Captured In the very light Which falls around you like snow. Never have … Continue reading Never Have I Seen Before
I am seated At the head of the table In an establishment which exceeds the standard fare my family is accustomed to I am seated I am dressed In a fine blue suit with my favorite tie Surrounded by my family and directly opposite my sister's partner of whose character I am uncertain I am … Continue reading I Am, Then I Am Not
"Me too" What a ruse These girls are just confused Smoke bombs with a short fuse And we are not amused Always one step ahead with a new excuse The way she was dressed she was asking to be abused Either that or she was just loose Either way it's nothing to lend credence to … Continue reading Me Too
Oh, to feel Once more As we did Before To be awash In the mindless bliss of youthful ignorance Unaware The dangers which lurk In every warm embrace and sideways glance Oh, to feel Anything else But this empty echo And a distaste for myself How quickly we grow Numb and cold Distant and alone … Continue reading Oh, To Feel
Your eyes Have seen so much Of this world So much joy and beauty As well as more than their share of pain When you look out You perceive You analyze You record Events and experiences Unique to you Often entirely unobserved By anyone else Sometimes simply yours in perspective But always yours nonetheless And … Continue reading A Mirror to the World