I live in this tiny part of Indiana
where everyone waves when passing by...
You are
more than just a melody to me...
No one seemed to notice
the dry dead tears...
I had a dream last night
when nobody seemed to breath...
Tuesday morning
I drove home from the interstate...
Language -
crafted words...
I could listen to your heartbeat
subconsciously...
The sun feeds my hunger
spraying tropical juice...
Rise of majesty
blue lightning calms the stiff air...
I am the ocean,
swaying under...
Love is when the sun's brilliance never dies
but lives eternally inside your heart...
Sunflowers compose
a symphony of light seeds...