i ask too much of you –
the body, and the ego are both wounded...

the literature of you can be summarized
in one word – loneliness...

The days are warmer now—you spill everywhere,
even the shadow is formed in your shape...

you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...

--
smoldering words ignite again...

kaleidoscopic in nature, you are at worst,
a watchfire gone rampant while unattended...

what is prayer to one who knows exactly what
they want but do not have the nerve to reach out...

i wish you could see through my kaleidoscopic...
my skies are forever echoing your light...

In April,
I was one...

i want to tear the sky open,
and drink the ocean you...

what should be said of the sorceress that
ignited a fire from where no kindling...

of light, of love—twined together by the...
of time, there is little to be said, little to be...