In the deep fields, where grass grows like spires,

The trees reach so high that you fall back

Trying to take a peek at their tops.

The calm, the quiet, the giggles which follow

The flight of the birds, and their songs so hallow.

If I could be anywhere, it’s where there’s that magic in the air.

But that is no more than a memory, fond

A connection to my past, a childhood bond.

Untainted by wicked ...

There we were, two souls so young

Still hanging on the words to come

Of those we loved, admired, or aspired

To be. I think it was the pain of growing

Knowing that we were not enough,

Not for ourselves or those around us.

“Love” was something we didn’t know,

Not as we wanted to know, but at least,

We could be enough for each other.

We could be enough for each other.

As we held each other’s hands, ...

The gardens we once watered,

Now ablaze amidst the drought.

No salvation, no remorse,

No colors left but red…

Soon all the flowers will be dead.

It must be time for us to part

You know it’s true within your heart;

To greener pastures, to blacker soils

Away from pain and turmoil.

And though some ash still lingers,

Some carried by the breeze,

In due time all must heal…

Soon all the flowers will bl...

It often comes and goes

The urge, the itch,

Of writing poetic prose.

When it’s gone, I’m lost

Trying to repair, stitch after stitch

So, so frantic, I’d pay any cost.

But when it’s back I feel brand new

Like I’ve finally fixed some glitch

And that old me, he’s gone, out of view.

It’s tiring, the cycle of rediscovery,

It seldom goes without a hitch.

But that challenge isn’t above me....