It’s never
ever really
been about
where I’ve
been for
I am
not a
fish or
a bird
but where
I’m going
for I
am an
explorer and
a dreamer
Category: Love
Him
I miss him
the him him
not the he
or the his
but the him
not the he
who he was
or the his
that he had
but the him
the him him
that one him
that will forever
be with me
ForYou
It’s the silence
the resting heart
the quiet mind
that only whispers
the delicate hand
which pauses poised
above another’s flesh
before landing softly
nary a feel
and no reaction
like that first
eyelash found and
there wished upon
for you today
I remember yesterday
MerryChristmas 🎄
And unto this
day a child
was born and
His name Emmanuel
and unto that
day before and
after other children
were born and
although not named
bring with them
the same hope
innocence and promise
that of peace
to all and
good will to
each and everyone
Hollow
Done doesn’t feel
like this this
feels like I’m
the hollow of
some great oak
tree a hollow
so dark so
deep and so
damp that it
wards off even
the most desperate
looking for shelter
one big hole
in one bigger
tree the hollow
being once where
the heart was
I’m not sure
if anything ever
was here that
perhaps the tree
grew up around
it rather than
filling it in
letting it be
obvious to others
yet welcoming none
