Are the trees born To love the wind? Do they remember, The first words She whispered That carried unto them the strength to Leap forth from their own mothers’ grasp – Leave now and together, We can be free Or … Continue reading The thickets twist while winds wind
I can’t help but watch you, Float away, Carried by a boat built of driftwood. — I made this sea for me, But it seems you’ve taken it with you, And I’m stuck back on this deserted shore, Suddenly afraid … Continue reading Driftwood
Do you remember, The words I muttered, With all the bravery that a teenage boy, Afraid of speaking his mind, Could muster, In the field between our houses, With infinity spread out between the horizons, Pockmarked with stars, Staring down … Continue reading Love in the Time of Happiness
