in plain print, he tells me it's a hawk
with a broken wing

I close my eyes...all I see is a black,
greasy bird, barely bigger than a sparrow

not even worthy of Poe-itizing into a raven;
certainly not a fierce falcon

why can't I see thee, red tailed hunter?
you hiding in clouds adrift behind my eyes?

no, the crow's there, shining in a gold sun; seems
I'm not destined to imagine grander birds of prey

at least not today, reading your words of broken things,
the dark clouds of your dreams

Love captures smiles
deep within eyes,
within hearts

reflections spiral
as mirrors expand views.

Sparrow sing
as footsteps dance
at doorways ajar.  

love dictates
in breeze as bells toll

in steno-like heartbeats
eyelids fluttering in drumroll
in moments unfold like wind.

Love inside dreamscape
regenerates, awakens
Oneness is realized.

I will strive to be strong in the face of uncertainty
I will survive
And thrive
In the face of uncertainty.
I will hold my head high
Even with a soul so low.
With an abyss opening in front of me
I will not halt my roll
I will walk straight into the unknown.
-ALC May 7 2017