We found you cloistering
in an enchanting field.
The evening sun setting upon your back,
illuminating your golden highlights,
within
your ray flowers;
looping
the mosaic of your delicate disc flowers
I watched you sway with the gentle breeze.
I envy your stillness,
as you rest on that hill.
Narcissism
Unending self-regard
of a beauty that evokes
one’s vainglory.
Unrelenting devotion of self.
Modesty has fled. Grandiosity enters.
This is narcissism.
I am just waiting for the sun.
Her wild, exotic heart calls to me.
Gently, I move near her golden rays.
She warms my delicate petals,
with a gentle touch.
The core of my existence is her.
A short break-up letter to Winter, from Spring.
Dear Winter,
You are thwarting my blooms
Your icy breath is stunting our delicacy
Please find yourself a new home
Sincerely,
Spring
The End of the Highway
He traveled far to my door
His heart was swallowed gently by mine
He crafted memories out of paper and food
My roots were replanted on uncharted land
He was the end of my highway
Dreariness slowly melts with the dawning sun
I hear her gentle call as
She beckons me to her plumule
I stand quietly near her
Hoping to glance just one moment of growth
Patience is her subdued message
