I’m not sure 
if it’s the 
twinkling sound of 
some far off
star I think 
or what might 
a brook sounds
like tripping stones 
but early morning 
piano music tickles 
me in darkness 
making me feel 
a very certain 
way like love 

Twilight this time 
when things slow 
and slip quiet
when the sun
slides behind your 
face and your 
eyes like stars 
shine little diamonds 
there do dance 
it’s twilight time 

To learn 
to love 
thyself is 
to embrace 
the wish
of God
placed upon 
every soul 

The chasm
too deep 
the divide
too wide
best left
looking at
other side 
for what 
is between 
is sadly 
a part
of apart

The frost fell 
overnight and I 
overall thinking that 
overwhelming cold chills 
the warmest hearts
the bed I
protected with blankets 
couldn’t ward off
his silent absence