Life is
a series
of dreams
come true
and then
they turn
like leaves
into colors
facing wind
hoping that
whatever else
to do
is easier
than this
Category: Poetry
LaLaLa
What do
those who
seem to
only boo
when they
last say
this way
then away
they lead
by need
never creed
seldom freed
ThatOneTime
One ornament
hanging low
dances quietly
catching light
from beside
and oh
I’m reminded
of you
too spinning
amongst revelers
one time
in Ibiza
doing little
more than
being happy
SleepSigh
I hear
you sigh
in sleep
I think
how can
someone be
so peaceful
that even
angels smile
JustThat
Be it
certain or
even childish
I embrace
this spirit
The more
you say
I can’t
The more
I say
I will
and just
that led
me here
and everywhere
