Mystery

People want what 
they think is
what they don’t
know is what
they often find
life is mystery
more than certainty
from the ashes
most things grow
from the dust
we are born
look not then
for things that
you cannot see
for while there
you won’t be

Deep (for Vince)

There are some 
that no one
can take or
even find for
from within they
come knowledge peace
and happiness are
some still people
try but fear
not for those
found within can
never be shared
except by those
who have found
their way in

Fairytales

I wonder if 
when I did
did I know
or if now
now long past
I do funny
how distance does
remind us of
our happily ever
afters long after
they ever were
such are these
little fairytales that
we call life

Alone

I came 
for love
and stayed
for peace
having found
the love
I sought
right here
in me
alongside peace
and away
from people

Sometimes

Sometimes the best 
things are invisible
no not clear
for clear things
are these things
aren’t maybe a
vibe or feeling
gut or hunch
destiny despite odds
fate forever forgotten
sometimes something’s are
no rhyme nor
reason ever required
you just know
this is it