Don't mistake
my kindness...
it comes like a dream;
if not immediately transcribed...
Everyday,
I usually walk in rhythm with my thoughts...
What came before you was sadness and loss
Thought you wouldn't be...
Release your grip
Step back into the shadows...
You are a loose arrow
launched from...
Ink stains drip from my hands
as shadows dance upon the window sill...
Colors.........
Are just shadows of the eye...
While you sleep you miss the sunrise.
It was spectacular...
From wall to wall without space to breathe
we are cramped to fill each page...
Maybe the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach...
Warm night clinched by melodious laughter,
As she wade through life like water...