The good
Lord does not grant...
You both keep me on my toes
make me throw away caution...
With death soaked eyes
and sleepless nights...
Time will not remember the beauty
of a single rose given without love...
An immigrant pen
found a home in his...
You never realize the value of life
until a certain moment in time...
Stiff fingers unfold
from winter’s embrace...
Closed eyes...sealed mouths
numbed by a pregnant moon...
Grieving steam from the bathtub flies
Under its mask none sees, none tries...
Days are hectic eaten by hours
we forget "us," aim words...
Silence stretches more
then the touch of friendship...
A tree cut down is a
a child chopped...