You captured the grace of stars,
storing their luminescence in the basement...

I tried, tried to shelter the silence,
but these voices feel they need to...

I'm tired,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually...

You guard me in my unresponsive sleep
and I wonder how I came to live a fantasy...

I had been anxious for hours,
a heartbeat not aware of the future...

I knew nothing of Assisi but the blinking stars,
the same ones that my America dreamed upon...

Anger doesn't always approach with
petty words that eventually...

I cannot run any faster,
my physique won't allow it...

When did your stare become unconcerned, eyes hazy,
all the times I would make the commitment to do...

When you met me that Saturday morning,
it seemed the world was still drowsy...

I thought I was his friend
the kind who doesn't know...

Blindfolded I reach
past the mist's stale breath...