The oyster whispers echo
within its own silent shell
Its utters of longing
sought to bejewel
a pearl's essence,
as an ocean's murmur
heaves within its shuck

Some might call it lightly
fragile hope;
a fleck of light in dark

Or just a dream
of an unspoken grain of sand,
a diamond in the rough


someone you used to know ...June 2017

you were like the sun
looking at you hurts
I tried to look away
but to who else can I turn

you were like the sun
your gentle touch burns
but without you next to me
how can I feel warm

you were like the sun
you always gave me life
but also like the sun
you'd leave me every night

Sure
It's easy to see broken clocks
aren't ticking
but I prefer broken people
Clocks get stuck
in their last instant
At least people keep on living