Even in darkness 
flowers sleep buds
close and curl
and in day
when the sun
invites and beckons 
do they brighten 
and this love 
is you to 
me for around 
you I am 
but a prairie 
of wild flowers 

Remain present 
witness life
let dreams 
drift for 
they belong 
to future 
and memories 
to past
remain rooted 
in relevance 
by not
drifting away 

When in darkness 
one shan’t find 
one must trust 
that it’s there
in familiar places 
and when not 
trust even further 
for the heart
can see what 
the eyes cannot
and hands feel

Well I guess 
I should’ve known 
despite best efforts 
things don’t always 
go as planned 
but I unlike 
so many others 
rejoice if not 
invite pot holes 
boulders and the 
occasionally stumbled upon 
abyss or chasm
for to me 
I grow bored 
of being here 
and my dreams 
are the bridges 
to over there 

And this absence 
and this emptiness 
explains why I 
keep staring down 
used to it
I guess hoping 
to find something 
anything other than 
the barrel bottom 
having already been 
scraped scratched and 
picked properly clean 
I but husk