It’s easy to see
How you refresh me

From a distance
I hear the sound of your movements
Every moment with you
Feels like drifting

To where?
If I could just feel your touch
Carve the contours of your face
In my mind

I watch
As you twist and turn through hazards
Chipping away at old stones
Crafting art

Am I a boat on your currents
The wind directing your course
An island inconsequential
Or the ocean

A river never ceases
It nourishes and sustains
If you have come to wash me away
My resistance is falling apart



Wet soil the shade of currants
Saplings in hues of jade
Puddles reflecting the sapphire firmament
Warmth from marigold star

Faint floats the heavy fragrance
Nameless blossoms drink the earth
Knowledge of the inevitable
Pod splits signaling birth

Tend the waning stalks with care
Invoking with the softest contact
Regard every flutter of hope
Silence in the face of sentience


In oceans
Lost my fear to drown
In reverence
Splitting me in half
In affliction
Only the meek survive
In depth
Weight of skipping stones
In reflection
An outline gleams
In deprivation
Further than the edges
In remembrance
Floating day dreams
In sincerity
I seek


Considering freedom
Shoelaces caked with mud
Vigilant for passing specters
Receding wilderness

Sharing entrails
Viscose sun
Failing line of vision
Kindled and contrite

Veins swollen to bleeding
Dainty wafers of absolution
Spare the name
Plead or pierce

Claws of clause
Painted vermillion
Against the current

Iridescent Forests

Drifting through the canopy
Barefoot from the tireless journ
Place your palms to the soil
Wait for the sound

Of fallen empires all wiped away
Blooms and creatures imagined
Stories that nudge the fabric of time
Overflowing the pages

Appreciate this feeling
The serenity of being
Differentiate the tremors
Pulsing through layers

Dust off the shadows that cling
Towers that ceased crumbling
Lofty ideals belittling
Seek only truth