snow, sparkling like crystal droplets from the moon coming together to form a virgin sheath like the ounces of man that form the blanket of humanity so like we are, yet so far apart you, the snow, so frequently lovely, and we, the man, pretending to be beautiful I think governments can’t do much - … Continue reading Snow

Sleep walking through life. Strange talking, no guarantee of growing old. At twenty, we are certain we will never die. At ninety, we are certain that we will. Given life from the flame that came before. Light passed from one life to another. I am the light from that other flame, offering colors, making shadows, … Continue reading Sleep Walking

We stroll through different gardens and kneel at different graves. We have become the thinker, the player, the slave between thoughts. We can only be the wings of light if we are together. Be the One

There is no shame to stand in the sun, or to be the naked silhouette thrown upon the cave wall, an allegory. Nor to be the man with calloused hands, committed to the life of a single trade. You sing. You make the grey land live. Secrets arise from deep within your song. You fill … Continue reading Singer

We are the apparitions that linger, haunting, like slick shadows on the hills beneath the hue of a China blue sky, remote and small. Then, like a rushing wind, that passes through you, my love, we travel fast with the brevity of life. In the smallest moments of taking in beauty, in actively being people … Continue reading We Are Just Ghosts