Thoughts

Fluid, flitting on butterfly wings
   streaming together in long lines,
   verses of poetry
A shadow, a shining shadow
   and they scatter, dandelion seeds
   on the wind, torn apart
Yet they return, cling to the shadow
    dew upon the needles
    of the pine trees.

Just Beyond

Come dance with us,
the reflections whisper to me

Come run through fields of silver,
leap brooks of ice
touch the edges

Don't stay out there, where
nothing is risked
Not blood, not fear, not sleep,
not your heart

Come to us, come dance
Come with us, take just one chance.

How Strange Are We

How strange are we
letters on the page
struggling to form
the next word

How strange are we
pieces of hearts
trying to put
us back together

How strange are we
lovers left alone
wishing for more
space, more time

How strange are we
fallen souls in the valley
waiting for something
to change

Love Letter

I've lost count of how many times I've started this,
imagined these words
So I'll start with one.
Love.
Even after him, even after countless stories
I still can't really imagine two people
holding so much power in their hands
I still can't see clearly what it would look like
We hear the stories of love that broke
everything put in front of it and
we hear stories of love that was forgotten,
broken, or merely evanescent
After everything I've seen, everything I've heard,
I don't believe in great love.
I want to believe in it, so much so it hurts
on nights without stars, on days without
joy
But still, somehow, I won't dare believe.

Frozen

Winter's hand, writing
      ancient letters with the fog
spilling from my mouth
      The land is barren, dry
Dead
       Dying
Blue sky beauty
       mocking the cries
for snow, for sleet, for rain
       for anything to take away the dry
Even without ice, the valley lies

frozen.