Lost in Space

Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help

Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street

Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right

Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me

Wisdom Kingdom

To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend

To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear

So then, with wisdom, kingdom come

Insipid Storm

How the heat
Awakens us 
Unfairly ’round midnight

Be more 
Want more
Until we can take it no more
Covers off
Masks off

Enshroudments be gone
Our skin will breathe 
At 3am
We’ll rise by choice

You Remain

Then you are ruin
A puddle stepped in by mistake
And not out of Vivre!

You are confetti 
The nuisance forgotten 
And not the heralded 

You are the dark
Shuttered away alone
Not the blessed cool of eve’

Hand On Hip

Think not about
The breeze blowing through
The center of you
Howling away a hollow
A something-specific shaped hole
Where resides your soul

Decide you’ve all you need
You are enough 
Standing there tough
Your own hand on your hip
Eyes surveying what you’ll prefer or let pass
How full your glass