Spoon

Thinking of you

Stirring my coffee

Hearing that tink

Which once angered

Now woefully missing

Even summer knows

That it will

Once again kiss

Fall and winter

Relies on spring

But me now

What I have

Is simply that

Muted sound of

My own spoon

CouldWouldShould

And sitting atop

A grand magical

Forest green we

Wondered what if

We joined forces

You of magic

Me of beauty

Could would should

We change anything

In your world

As in mine

There are troubles

That we cannot

Prevent nor cure

There is pain

Suffering and despair

We are not

The harbingers of

Change but simply

Kings of possibilities

Only when the

World disgusts itself

By its selfishness

Only then will

They notice us

With hearts empty

And eyes open

Amusement

You do know

That you have

Set the bar

High for others

And so many

Walk beneath it

Like playing limbo

But you oh

You you simply

Leap over it

To my amusement

WedMorn

Day is serving

A Neapolitan sky

Above the treeline

Burns strawberry peach

Just above that

Layered yellow vanilla

And beyond that

Dense dark blueberry

Even the moon

Can be seen

Like a small

White bitten cookie

Bungalows jostled close

To each other

Like feeding lambs

As door sounds

Follow the goodbyes

Life start here

Again this morning

StandUp (to my Bean)

The most painful

Thing for me

Is watching you

Fall and choosing

Not to run

To your side

At some point

In every boy’s

Life he’s got

To learn that

Only he can

Stand himself up

And face bullies

Whatever they are

This is the

Hardest and greatest

Gift anyone can

Give to someone

That they love

I pray that

You will rise