What did you do?

Glowing

Red orange yellow

Memories of marshmallows

and s’mores

Camping

Charred wood

Smoke

But instead of singalongs

there were

screams.

The little angel

on my shoulder

asks

What did you do?

Guilt

Remorse

Is what I should feel

But I don’t

Not at all

I’m empty

Something is missing

The thrill

It’s gone

It was like

a breath

of fresh air

I felt alive

but -

The little a...

My song keeps playing

playing and playing,

never stopping

never faltering.

The message

never changes.

It keeps on going

without end.

Notes echo

and instruments jingle

across the ballroom

filling its empty

gloom. As I fill

my wine glass

with the sweet

red liquid. And sip

it as the song runs

through my veins.

The tune awakens

the dust that settled

on the altars made

for each old friend of mine...

Throw it again! Throw it again!

“And fetch!”

Don’t worry, Circe! I got it! I got it! I’ll make you proud!

“Who’s a good boy, Max!” Circe praises me – isn’t she so sweet. We are playing in the field. Circe loves the flowers here, I think. Daisies, sunflowers, lavender. Sunflowers are definitely my favorite. They are shiny. Bright. They glow. Reaching over you, ready to pet you. But I hate the da...

The dove spends its days in flight

Feathers pure, shimmer under the sunlight

The world brims with possibility

Giving people hope across land and sea

Its image brings prayers to up above

The people revere the little dove.

But arrogance swells in its little chest

A selfish smile instead of the love it once possessed

It preens on high, blind to the dust down below

Its outward shine masks its peace...