It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere

~
Enter the lair

Of a cloudless grenadine

Misty branches of sun

On the outer marker

And in their place

A strawberry moon
~

Hi my favourite, it’s been quite a while, it feels like forever. I wanted to talk, but couldn’t. I know you must have noticed. How have you been? I hope everything’s going well. Are you eating your meals properly? How’s school? Life isn’t the same anymore; it’s lost its sparkle, its cheer.

Anyway, dear,
here’s a poem for you.

In the times of my confession,
I adored you more than life's possession,
You have a place in my heart for time's Long cession,
I love you beyond measure, my humble expression.

I miss those late night chats, the early morning calls, do you?
Every other day, you're on my mind, that much is sincerely true.
But it seems, maybe, you don't, or do you?
It's fine, I get it, but I wonder, do you?

I'll wait,
For it's love my dear, not waste.

You say you're looking for love.
Well, I'm here.
What are you waiting for?

Oh, like many you seek a perfect man.
The one many gripes and complains about.
Not all perfect men great.

You say, you want to be safe and secured.
Well, I'm here.
What are you waiting for?

Some of those that you have overlooked just might have been your blessing.
Your treasure going forth.
Most men get attacked after the relationship falls apart.

You cry and speak about a sad affair.
But skips and delete your part of the trouble.
Well, I'm here.

Where will I be,
if I am at the mercy of greater powers at work?
Oh how easily I could've been the dead children of the Earth.
Yet, here I am, life in my lungs.
Blessed to perceive the world around me.
Why me? Where am I headed? Where am I going to go?
One can slip into a life of violence, poverty, or servitude.
Aged skin from the relentless sun as they walk the median.
Where am I headed? I ask as my eyes follow the median.
Fear won't answer my questions.
I know that tomorrow I'll wake up
Blessed to perceive the world around me,
air in my lungs.
And one day I will know.

Herbicide rich farm lands..
Pesticides on every lawn..
Long live the American dream!
Capitalism is a long lost song..

Roundup sprayed ski slopes and golf course turfs!
Bucket list of old rich folks dying of cancers..
City water that stinks..
The ink of our receipts..
Testosterone levels,
rapidly deplete..
Year’s of no regulation,
Aluminum in the sky..
They obviously want to make sure…
No one gets out alive!!