My rock
My sunshine
My ocean
How will I anchor?
Where will I bathe?
When will these weary bones see the light of day?
January 2012
Years ago
I was twelve or so
Staring out my bedroom window
Fascinated by the sight
Red darts of flashing light
I could not get much sleep that night
A meteor shower raged outside
But there was something else
That caught my eye
Through the tall branches of the trees
Two blazing red planets, sharing a single ring
Thinking it a trick of light
I shut my eyes and held them tight
But when I looked back to the sky
There it was, still shining bright
October 2013
My Rock
Vision in a Meteor Shower
I knew your name
Before you spoke it.
It came to me in a dream.
I knew your face
Before you showed it.
My heart leapt out
To be in your flame.
In order to keep on living
I tell myself
I will see you again.
September 2013
Dream Maiden
I remember the first time I caught you smoking.
Flirtatiously I scolded you, But I'm pretty sure you thought I was serious.
I doubt you noticed me staring, thinking Your lips looked even more delicious.
On one of our first "dates"
We were at Wormhole.
Instead of doing homework
We interviewed each other over cups of coffee.
As if time was running out,
You wanted to know everything about me.
We are like cigarettes and coffee -
We go so well together.
December 2013
We Are Like Cigarettes and Coffee
Autumn is spreading, rearing its head
The trees are each turning to yellow and red
Rainbow leaves whisper, they rustle and crack
The wind smells of chimneys with smoke in their stacks
Pumpkins make faces on every doorstep
Sweaters are buttoned and boots are all strapped
Small children frolic in costume and mask
To gather up candy and fill up their sacks
The daylight will shrink and the night take its hold
The ghouls play their tricks and you may get trolled
But no matter how old or what mask you might wear
There's magic alive in the crisp autumn air!
November 2015
Autumn
Midnight Snowfall
Gentle Snowfall, midnight wonder
Small white flakes in silent free fall
Once green meadow, painted over
Soft white canvas o' fallen snow
Critter footprints lay in spirals
The sole trace of their midnight sprint
November 2015CC