sometimes I hearscreaming like a childand wake upto find it’s me

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,But found in the soul within.

Her smile was like laughter to me— it bubbled in like champagne.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

SOME PEOPLE SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST ANYMORE. GET USED TO IT. QUESTION MARK.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.

poetry is an engagement with the words and mind to make heart at peace.

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

I was coming together...limb by limb, after being brokenfor an infinity.