A Light In the Dark

In the inky black darkness of the late night hours, It’s impossible to tell whether their eyes are open or closed. You’re using your seventh, eighth, ninth sense to tell how close you are, Begging your eyes to adjust to the dark So you don’t miss and accidentally kiss their chin, again Then, your lips … More A Light In the Dark

the lake

The surface, constantly moving, hides the secrets underneath. Jagged rocks, trash that found its place, Even though it was the wrong one. “It’s ugly if it’s sitting still” The path beside it is no longer the scenic route. Though fixed from it’s old brokenness, It still holds feelings of years past. “It should be better … More the lake

Recollect the Snow

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go – Emily Dickinson, 372     Handfuls, Vacant of the warmth From seconds ago. But still here you are – numb to everything, But the Cold in your hands   Time drags on, Still here you are … More Recollect the Snow