you are to my poetry like the stars
are to infinity. the verses that blossom...

sometimes, i liken you to a songbird
carrying with them – the sweetest song...

as your voice spills into the room,
waking the silence from its gentle...

cosmic retribution / karma.
foolish to think stealing from boundless seas...

a humble vagabond; shadowing your existence
in search of a conclusion to a story that was...