How does one tell another that he’s loved her since all those years ago and everyday since. She occupies my mind like raging tempest but even as the storm goes on I can’t help but find comfort. Her presence is that is an angel pure as the rain on a summer day. As beautiful as a sunflower in a field of roses. As these cold years go on I always mind my train of a mind right back on track to her. Alas I don’t know how to tell her even after these long dark cold years that I’ve loved her since the first day i saw her until now. I don’t foresee me ever not loving her.

I broke my rules for you  
   As the sky had broken with my rain
Twice did the swinging bells ring
      Twice did the windchimes sway
Twice were chances given for you to hit true
      But alas, both arrows missed the target
Because both were aimed for my heart
      And silent, bleeding, did I take the bow


I broke my beliefs for you  
      As each line was rewritten in red ink
Burning paper drifted into ashes
      Aflame as the memories started to leave
Twice did the sky thunder into sparks
      Twice did the match fade back into smoke
Twice was the love chained and retained
      But alas, a heart is wild and will escape its cage
And twice, did it return beaten and bruised
      So silent, bleeding, did I take the bow

i stared out my window today
and the world outside looked the same
the same old trees, the same small birds
the same dusky sky strewn with clouds

like a painting frozen in time
seemingly constant and lasting
a safe and familiar ground

yet i cannot shake this feeling
that something has changed in some way

and the sun will not be as warm
and the stars won’t appear as bright
and the moon won’t be the same sight

the stochasticity of this world
brings souls together and then apart
an impermanence that bestows grief
yet offers meaning to our lives

wherever this divergence takes us
just know that this meeting was special
the universe conspired for this, so

when chance allows us to meet again
tell me your stories and i’ll share mine

and we will laugh like we used to laugh
and we will sing like we used to sing
and we will talk like we used to talk

moments like this come rarely to a wallflower
you can be sure they will treasure this forever

"She left the city as a girl
And returned a woman
In the same shoes
On the same night.
A face in the darkness;
The reaper glimpsed
At journey's end.
He straddles the bridge
Between tonight and tomorrow--
He's a revolver with
One bullet missing
From the chamber;
He's the Wheel of Fortune
With its terms unwritten;
He's an unsigned DNR notice.
He's the end of the line."

...Now, here, I stand,
miles ahead,
on disconnecting tracks,
a once-raging fire,
slowly fading,
to a silver smoke...

Wondering,
...where did you go?

Have your own wolfish eyes,
peered into glassy irises
that even, in the silences,

reminded you,
of mine?

What existed, in me
that you let me, survive?

Mister, oh, please, let,
me in on your secret...
and tell me, now, do you regret ...

how you kept me... alive...?

Perhaps all our stars were in the right places
and guiding our lives as some say they do;
perhaps God was planning, perhaps Fate was smiling,
or perhaps it was Chance that brought me to you.

I knew you taught math, started books at the end,
that you loved to travel, to garden, and sing.
When you came through the door, and I learned something new—
that all of my life I’d been looking for you.
Your eyes searched the room, and I quietly prayed,
my heart would have broken if you’d turned away.

But my heart wasn’t broken, you saw me and stayed,
and we shared our stories the way people do.
At first we were cautious, at our age you’re cautious,
our hearts had been broken and mended before,
and there’s just so much breaking a heart can endure.

But God has kept blessing and Fate has kept smiling,
the stars still align, and the years have been kind.
Our genes haven’t failed us, no one has assailed us,
and putting it bluntly, we’ve been very lucky
with so many things that we cannot control.

Here in our shared world, our love has kept growing,
and we’ll go on loving till death do us part.
And whatever comes after, we’ll be there together,
and never forget that our love is forever.

Cold, cold ice,
And a

Roll of dice,
Do you

Hear the cries
Of the
Scamp’ring mice

Running
For their lives,

Biting
Down two lies,

And a
Broken

Set of
Eyes.

Like lottery *****

we keep changing position --


We're dancing on air.