Viewpoints

I am told to look to the stars
although they carve in me
nothing but a vague ache;

the flower at my feet
blooms for me alone

Mirrors

raindrops cleanse
on a cloudy day
I forsake my reflection
and see farther

Disillusioned

what once was a free oasis
now comes with a charge
and although the waters
remain a vivid cerulean
my eyes cast their own shadow

Age of Plenty

I wish to turn off the world
and freeze those dear to me
encase all in the bountiful time
when the sun shone benevolently
and I thought flowers
would always perfume the air
so sweetly

Sans Boundaries

I admire
the fearlessness
of a world
without fences

Fulcrum

In the darkness of a cocoon
I lie with stars in my eyes
and wishes on my lips

Whether I am in stasis
or taking the slow time
of metamorphosis

I cannot tell

The Importance of Self

when there is none to see
when there is none to hear
remember your heart as witness

do not go gentle into that good night

the child who you once were
looks upon you like a sun

Tarred

he who holds strong to youth
merely crushes it in his grip
and strangles fond memories
in a dark, bitter bitumen

Light

sometimes I feel
more plant than animal
storing up sunshine
for those overcast days

Selective Kindness

If one treats you well and not others
remember that in an instant
their malice may be turned on you