I imagine you in your other world Watching over me. A star falling from an inky sky. An acorn found in spring. The question I can’t answer. The forgotten song I sing.
He bought her birds and not just any type: Quail, wicker, and one from Spain. I placed them on top a dresser in her room. She cried.
He was like a steamship coursing an endless sea, always traveling somewhere else. Far away and faded from distance and memory to reappear on a winter’s morning. All I’d ever wanted was for him to stay awhile. He’d drop anchor having found his home in me. We’d find joy as hoarfrost turned to blossoms. In truth, we were lovers snatching moments. Memories danced from projector … Read More
Photo Credit: unsplashed- Danielle Dobson Dawn stirs With a trust so gentle Her skirt, a whispered rustle Her presence, like an old friend To edge me back to morning New rain softens the window pane A drop fell on the Cherry tree Sent to kiss the earth And blur the memory of a dream I had lingered too long, within
If only I could bring you back, start you over. I’d tell you: ‘worth’ isn’t a tailored suit, a fancy car, or the next big deal. It’s about the ones who sit with you in the dark, count stars, and hear you in your silence. It’s about the ones who find you, dust you off, and blast the radio in your car. … Read More
Beneath a stolen moon There’s a sky full of stars In the whispers of quiet I will wait for you. Burn those bridges Ride these hills Skies on fire, rivers rise My heart beats strong I will wait for you. Come find me, take my hand Here, upon my knees I will wait for you. Beyond the dark I’ll be your light Breathe salvation … Read More night canvas
You are not his holler back girl The next time he opens his front door and shouts, ‘Hey Girl’ And tries to claim you with his swag Keep walking Show him what respect looks like Make him learn your name Do not hand over the pieces of your heart and soul to anyone who does not understand: You are worth more … Read More
If you were a book, I’d slip upon the page and write you a hymn: To Love The text, an alchemy of lost, of found Shed tears and tangled blooms. I’ll write you a boulevard cradled by oak Swept up in a crescendo storm In an empty room, beneath an altar of glass, Captive, we’ll pray. Words dance through pain, tussle with greed, … Read More words