A question

Why is it
in this dark time,
that the world is coated in white?

And how come
families find themselves
on opposite corners of the world?

Surrounded by people,
I shine,
My worries forgotten.

By myself,
I am nothing.
A dark spot in a white world.

1.23.2013

Will this snow
bury me,
in it's warm embrace,

so I can rest
finally
and stop this numbing ache.

1.23.2013

Does it show

Does it show

beneath the rushing and running

and under the shining bow

Everything?

Too sensitive/overthinking all the time

Clouds drift on clear skies
open up and stars cry
then they come and build anew
to once again, break in two.

1.17.2013

Like the ocean

If you keep your eyes on the shore...

I should be more like the ocean
       Deeper
       passive
       so full of life and purpose that nothing
           not the shore
           or those on the waves
       can shake the dark waters
       that breathe
           disturbed only by the rare and curious visitor
           and the giants of the heart and mind.
I should be more like the ocean.

1.17.2013

Glittering

How can a star compare to the moon?
a pin prick, a small light,
compared to the fantasies inspired.

1.15.2013

Lines

And when thread
tightens and sinks in,
leaving red in its place,
to be washed away,
how far must it go
to stop the pressure?

1.12.2013

The Candle and the Star

Oh silver star,
burning against the monotony,
how brightly do you shine

So not like me,
on my sturdy brass stand,
between lovers, cups, and wine

Why do you rest,
beautiful and radient,
in my line of sight

I do not know,
for how could a star love a candle,
but I love you with all my might.

But my candle,
on your lovely golden pedestal,
how can you not see

I love you most,
everything about you,
because you're not like me

I love your face,
bathed in soft gold,
that reaches those around you

I love your strength,
how you stand and burn,
for what you know is true

So don't you see,
fire and light in the window,
that lovers sit around

I need you close,
in my life, around me,
to tie me to the ground

For while I burn,
silver, strong, and cold,
against the cold, black, sky

It is your heart,
warm gold to my cold silver,
that makes my spirit fly

and don't forget,
my light in the darkness,
about your warm, gold, glow

Stars, unlike candles,
silver, bright, and dancing,
are as cold as falling snow

and finally,
with a heavy finality,
like dawn turning to day

With your steadiness,
so grounded like the trees in the earth,
I do not float away.

So my candle,
full of warmth, strength, and light,
please do look harder

I am your light,
projecting your beauty to the world,
while you keep me warmer.


1.10.2013

Before the morning, the day is alright

In the dark room,
on a worn, wooden table,
the sun shines
through a flat screen.

1.10.2013

Love of stars

once I found solace
in warm, golden kisses
now all I can face
are bright, silver pin pricks.

1.8.2013

Monotony

Going through
sunrise
all I see is blue
that joins the day
and fades into night
all blue


1.8.2013