a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...
I’m striving to
Be a Phoenix...
I'm not a murderer, I
swear. The buzzing was...
your melodic words
circle my heart...
A grove of your name
had carpeted my way...
a toddler
rocks to sleep...
Dancing sparkles shimmer on its undulating...
whilst gulls bob gently up and down...
y/our laughter is a metronome
playing into the late hours of...
There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles...
In water and echoes,
I swim and swallow...
If only I could write a sonnet, sigh
perhaps, my thoughts could get well organized...
They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...