And if, at first//It's not all as it seems//Life isn't, either//So you might as well dream
You Might As Well Dream
One Who Simply Is Not
I cannot tell if the storm is coming, or if it passed long ago...
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes
On the Shoulders of Our Words
We place a burden on the shoulders of our words We tell them they can create and invent An unforeseen history, an impossible age to come Or they can destroy all on which out labors are spent They can mend the cosmos and make the heavens come undone So gingerly, I set the winds upon the seas I have rent As... Continue Reading →
Ever On the Wing, pt. II
Called to be a soldier-king Called to romanticize everything From childhood on to elder spring From alluvial dreams to supernova after-glowing Called to not know where I stand Called to see beyond the borderland From a racing pulse when I fly unmanned From a gratuitous smile when I crash land Yet here I see all that I am... Continue Reading →
December Rose 