i watched myself in the mirrorthere shattered on the floora thousand pieces of mescattered, staring back there can be no mendingit seemsonce the glass is brokenjust sweep the shards uptoss them away– forgotten what lays beyond that momentthat moment of refuse?the glass then groundto powder by another handand fire to melt it to form againnot…

lost in momentsthat shine like starsin the deep night skya trap some say,like drowningin a rushing rivertoss in the torrentand left to die on the shores a photograph to remind meof what was preciousand wastedtaken forgrantedforgottenand lovedsimply loved the shell of me walks in thehallways searchingfor a place to restto lay down whenliving is too…

misted fields bathed in autumn goldleaves glisten with the morning lines of sunlight breaking through the trees cut the ribbon of road winding through swirling and dancing gossamer thoughts float in amongst the hovering passing like walking through spirit i cannot be still in this stillness even the birds can in their morning slumber yet…

caught in the reflectionin the glasses on the deskperched on books and papershere, now more than for readingi realize… and ask what do i see there? the windowsharp lineson more glassand sunlight that falls over memorewhat do i see there? gentle curve of metal framewhile the seeing is heldthrough themwhat don’t i see therewhen i…

this fearthis lovethis is my walli cannot break it downor let it goi hear it mumblingin quiet tonesto find peacesolaceis that what i want?always the goalhas been to loveand be loved in returnbut who can do thiswhen i cannot simplymanage the high crested wavesthat crash overor drown me in the pullunseen yet devestatingor when the…

turning in a moment of bliss like thunder chasing the wind silence the sound of the ripple after the first tear falls after the last drop comes home echoes within me turning in a moment like thunder chasing silence after it passes when the wings stop beatingand the wind is still as deathbetween nowhere and…

life living through the cracks in moments like glimmering shafts of sunlight through the broken window slats of an aging house maybe brief until the clouds come or the moment has passed i am jealous of the cracksand all that falls throughforgotten treasuresspilled like salthere even where the crackscan be the straight linesto someoneto somewhereexpectedmore…

i can feel meslowly goingbreath thatspills over the lipsand leavesno lingering kissnothing changesthe sun still shinesthe cicada mournsits day of lifecrying loudly in the pineseverything is changed– somehowstill followingthe breathas it liftsthe orange robed butterflyup into the clouds ~

little sparrowfragile wingmisunderstoodunknownpause herepleasebefore you fly againmendto be free ~

the house of my soul is too smallthoughts, hopes, dreamssit in hapless pileslike mismatched socksforlorn, forgottenalmostexcept for brief moments there’s no room on the shelvesone thing slips off and againit falls in a heapcrashing somewhere be lowwaiting to be picked upput awayreplaced if you dig throughwho knows what may be foundi’d call it Christmasbut even…

white cloudsreflectedin the windowslipping quickly byeven at a glancewho watches them go?besides me…though even i do notreally watchsince only their reflectionis what i see…who watches ~

little sparrow take this pausea breath to sustain you to lift your wing above me to the sky to the sun and back again little sparrowi can’t know you now in your frantic search along the ground this food eludes you… again and againthough you keep searching .. little sparrow restthe moment waits for youto…