Sound

I flow where
The wind blows
Caressing you
Flowing through
Your soul

The Hidden

Hidden behind the desk
Crumpled on the floor
Tossed aside, he whispers
"Not good enough," he's
Waiting for some sublime
Train of thought to emerge
There, behind the desk
Is the seed, waiting to
Ignite a flurry of ideas

Blue Skies

I wake to dark eyes
When we kiss
I taste blue skies
Memories flash
Behind closed lids
Of teenagers
fumbling through love
All desire and need
An innocent longing
Now we're jaded
Life has worn us down
One thing remains
Or love and memories
Will never fade

Cocooned

Fevered dreams filled
With fragmented lives
Rivers flow down my
Parched, burning body
Every movement an
Excruciating caress
Lay within a cocoon
Too weak to move
Mumbling some long
Lost childhood song
Until oblivion comes

Falling

Hold onto these frail strands
Weakened fingers begin to slip
No one's on the other end to
Pull you up from this final trip
Some say falling is freedom
But not us, we see the lie
There is only darkness tumbling
End over end, the only sound a cry

Hunted

Separate from the rest
Staring off into space
Unaware of the hunter
Prowling in the grass
Until the claws rake
Across my back
I choose flight
In that moment
Hooves pound across
The plain, too late
Their pride pulls
Me down

Honeysuckle

I rise
Creeping
Slowly
Up to
Touch
The sun
Humble
Now in my
Appearance
But soon
My flowers
Will bloom
Filling
The air
With their
Intoxicating
Fragrance