I Suppose

Where do you place broken pieces of color?

I suppose I will one day display them with pride

until then I’ll hide them

beneath my mosaic collar

Innocent eyes

soothing words of comfort

a fast beating heart

slowly connects

rhythms of two

become one pulse

A Roller Coaster Ride

…Everyday I see him I say “I love you” because tomorrow is always uncertain.

Claimed

Drop and go without care for what you placed over there

Live & Die

Tenderness cradles the fragile

Breath so sweet with breast

Shackled

Shackled to a love that drives a need

Rivers

Gliding wings feed on its generous bounty

Sustaining life to feet foraging the muddy banks

Every Storm Passes

Every storm passes is old wisdom that stands relevant for every generation.