Pink on the City

Pink petals
A gray city
They meet
Amid Spring.

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A Girl by the Sea

A girl by the sea
Distant as the wind
Stands by the shore
Waiting for waves
That never come
Counting away
Grains of sand
Each a thought
Ephemeral
Short lived and vain
Seagulls bat their wings
Flickering the light
Of a setting sun
That drowns
She simply smiles
Letting waves
That never come
Carry her thoughts
Far far away.

Sparrow Wings

A gentle note rings across damp soil;
the sun yawns distant with orange hues.
Sparrow wings spread like uncoiled wants,
left to the caprices of the wind.
A beat, they brush the naked blue,
across the pristine white of looming clouds;
golden light flickers between them,
the day has come alight.
The sparrow vanished in a sea of cloud and light,
lost in the blue yonder.

Dark Night On The Forest

The forest’s edge stands astride,
giving way to thoughts of obsidian tint.
Fingers of plutonian ore
swallow beast and tree
in despondent sigh.
No comfort comes from the starless sky;
the Moon is veiled in mourning.
Critters of leaf and grass lay unmoving,
fear held in dilated irises.
Those who own the night thread e’er softly,
seeking sacrifice to appease that old god, Hunger,
upon an altar of rotting leaves and cold soil.
But hark, dawn’s sword splits the blackness,
scattering the shadows away.
Respite comes with the morn’s first light,
under twinkling radiance shapes take form.
A new day strikes for the forest old.
Somewhere, not far, a bird sings indifferent.

I Was

I spoke to the city gray

Asking for its secrets

Enshrined behind stone

They were stepped on

By feet uncaring

I drew water pure

From a fountain

Unquenchable

To drown my 

Dreams unnatainable 

I climbed a peak bare

Touched the ceiling

Of a world chained

Yet the nomadic wind

Remained ever free

I beckoned the sea without end

It came to me unrepented

The waves touched my lips

Sharing the secrets of the deep

I found my heart again there.