I'm liar

I'd be lying if I said I don't miss you

so much

I hate the way
we're so separated

breaks my tiny heart

you're still so beautiful

your smile is worth gold

don't do what you're told

I'm wondering

if you miss me too

I think you do

maybe that hurts me a little more than it should

as dandelion spores are

hysterically grafting finales

in over-bright air....

a snowflake falls at the

center of the galaxy.

that will never melt.

I can feel it
running down my throat
reddish slivers,
last scratches of hope
through my veins the
longing flows
to be buried underneath
our mother's coat

God, no one else is precious like you
even no one else is generous like you!
You are the one and only forever!

You keep gold under the soil
and save the crop in its veil;
You give honey in the flower.

The moon and stars kiss the night
The morning sun blooms daylight;
God, you roll the waves in the river.

You swing the clouds in the skies
and blow the winds in the trees;
Lord, you float the ship on the water.

God, you rush the heavy rain down
or raise the long drought often;
You make the morning dewy in the winter.

The sweet waterfall in the mountains
The full moon and pretty moonshine,
Everything is yours, Lord, you have no partner!

A child found her soul mate
beneath the tears of her eyes
so she kept them in jars of clay
with sighs and gentle cries
wishing the days away
till that day when they would meet
and gift him the collected tears
in the jars when they would greet
Lifting lids from off the jars
he would hear the cry of her heart
pouring them into his soul
she wish washed his will to part

In a Friday
I am but a tadpole
swimming around the maypole
at one with the whole.

The weekend is for growing
for getting out there and
knowing that out there is where it's at.

When it ends
which it surely will and
I see Monday coming over
the hill
I might have changed.