When one 
finds peace 
the noise 
of distractions 
rips the 
fabric serenity
igniting chaos 
and the 
only way 
to suffocate 
this inferno 
is by
focusing on 
one’s very 
own voice 
for voice 
is louder 
than din

The Aspen 
outside my
bedroom window 
wave in
the wind
like anxiously 
giddy greeters
at gates 
looking for 
the beaming 
beautiful face
of their 
sun’s seasonal 
summer arrival 

My heart 
never breaks 
it stretches 
break implies 
it’s fragile 
cold even 
mine’s a
warm pliable 
rubber band 
capable of 
great change 
it grows 
and shrinks 
forever beats
faster when 
in love 
and slowly 
when not 
conserving itself 

Door 
creak
floor 
belt
zip
drop 
lift
weight 
warmth 
heat
moist
touch 
lock
eye 
turn 
sigh
sleep 
dream 

In these
earliest hours
when things 
are easy 
here you 
were then
now gone 
and I 
am left
with cold 
of night 
and nothing