Shorts

 

it is there in the thicket,
i know the roses dream.

there is a simplicity
buried there
that is not for me.

still, i imagine love to be something like
photosynthesis

and as i stroke your hair
in the dappled sunlight of these days,
i promise my rootless self
to continue holding on

 

 

 

sometimes
it is hard to believe
that there could be
so much kindness
in one pair of eyes

 

 

 

Have you ever felt like you were disappearing?

 

 

 

there should be more than this
there should be so much more
than this

 

 

 

her laughter was all sunshine
and kittens, once.

now the clouds;
now the rain…