Softness is the night
Where quiet petals drift
In a silken web of light
A silent lullaby

I'll leave
    on my own
    you'll need not
    to prompt

  thus my honour
I'll keep intact -
in the years ahead
I'll have no cause for regret

between us
is a past story
nothing more
need be said, really

I'll leave--immediately
and will not look back:
there's a new world
out there- for your love I'll not beg

Life is navigation:
make sure you know
your destination

Literature is larger
than the universe entire
more beauty it does lend
and endless is its pleasure

i am not a poet,

nor am i a poem.

i am not a writer,

nor a book.

i am not a painter,

nor a painting.

i am not a sculptor,

nor a sculpture,

i  am not the artist,

nor the muse.

i am an idea,

that exists

only

in your imagination

Half of me and half of you, a point of divergence for you
Half of me and half of you, a point of amalgamation to me
Half of me and half of you, a false pretence to you
Half of me and half of you, a make-believe fairytale to me
Half of me and half of you, a hefty disdain to you
Half of me and half of you, a wishful radiance to me
Half of me and half of you, a lousy freebee to you
Half of me and half of you, a subtle rush to me
Half of me and half of you, a blatant lie for you
Half of me and half of you, a beautiful lie to me
                                                                         -Asher Graves

News flows like wildfire, Reporters outside covering the case
Actuality is falsified, Justice as always late
                                                            ­          -Asher Graves

The midnight breeze escorts your pace,
Grace in motion, my soul’s quiet praise.
Might I dare to ask, if true,
Who is the maiden with mohawk hue?
I cannot bear to meet her gaze,
The fairest face that steals the haze.