The sweet aroma of forgotten things tuck themselves like dreams in the corners of eyes not fully awake Pastels fade in the morning sun I shift my weight Afternoons are best for humming songs we barely know And for finding our way back to meadows where butterflies dance I catch a glimpse
Volver
How sweet and how pleasant it is to return To Re:member And go back Im so thankful For another chance At being myself
Practice of delight
Cosmic hues of blues and purples swirl
Dimensions unfold on the tips of my fingers
Futures bend in my favor and
Possibilities are born
When I rest
Eucharist
Great is the mystery
if you do not speak, I will hear
if you do not knock, I will open
and if you do not ask, I will give
Biopic
Legs hang over broken concrete paths
In angles that perplex and defy
Nostrils
outstretched like arms
reaching for elements that sustain
Hands tied behind backs
Crisscrossing histories and cautionary tales
We watch
We watch bullets fly by faces
We watch as innocence is overcome
We watch
Eyes that look like mine
Tender earth
There is no beginning
There is no end
So we wait
Legs fold
Chills rush down spine
Breeze caresses face
Grass a welcomed place of rest
Silence
Frequent mishaps and broken truths interrupt infinite circles displaced boundaries and rerouted trust vandalize love letters By memory we struggle to recite half hearted hymns Love is to iron out fictitious tales of heroes to come monoliths stand in silence
I miss you
Hello
Hello
Hello
Can You hear me
How do we love again
How do we love again
a soft place of rest 