Somehow I always felt you close Sensed a truth, a knowing Like a knot Unraveling in the dark indentations Of my lonely self Are you there… bashful soul? What is…
On that fateful morning I sat on a wooden bench Beneath a fading tree… And whispered your name to an open sky Releasing you, I watched as you spiraled, swirled…
In my loneliest days I used to dream of clouds I would walk through them As they billowed and grazed the ground Night after night They would come back for…
Windy morning, rustling leaves You reach for my hand and place it inside the warmth of your glove For a moment, I feel you hesitate And I, suddenly afraid Remember…
