Flying, soaring No need to come down. Between the droplets of clouds, Arms slicing the crisp, wet air. Carving out a home A place where the pull Of everyone, everything Floats far below me.
My head has been pointed toward the skies lately. In awe of something bigger than all of us. Where do you look when you're searching?
The sky slurs awake, As the day begins. My eyes creep open. This weight From years gone by, Alone and heavy. You never visit me while I sleep, But surround me in sorrow In my waking hour. On edge. Inhales shallow. Eyes swollen. Unnumbered hours Have passed me by Without the scent of you. Today … Continue reading Hold My Hand – May 12, 2018
As I motor through the realm of space and time, Gliding over the rolling hills of clouds, Inside the bluest brightest sky, Where the air is crisp, biting at my cheeks, Is she up here? Will I see her bicycling by? As I sit and wait for her grand appearance, My mind is a vessel … Continue reading Space and Time – April 2, 2019