January 17, 2019

midnight speaks a lie
the heavens are not useful
if I die before

February 2, 2018

purpose driven stroll
amongst silenced marigolds
his eyes sing the blues

peak beyond clouds
fresh snowfall beneath fickle feet
forgotten breath

every step forward
grounded in milleniums
sunset paints the sky

one foot in front of
unapologetic breath
autumn whispers truth