The caterpillars preach their sermons,
Crickets string their choirs,
Under the shade of Broadleaf.

Beetles teach their classes,
The sunlight shines through the foliage,
In the morning at Broadleaf.

The leaves are green,
The airport of insects is blue,
A canopy above Broadleaf.

Lay here under the old oak tree
Stare up at its gnarly, crooked limbs
Feel the breeze grace upon your skin

Lay here in the thick grass
Gaze up at the clouds
Sunlight warm against your face

Lay here among the crisp red leaves
Watch the birds dance in the air
Hold my hand, I whisper in your ear

Let’s lay here and forget everything

i'm obsessed with light lately
it's not that much of a surprise
i was in love with you, wasn't i?

Your creation burst from my mango
And drips from my lips unto my shirt
As I indulge in your sweet tasting world.
You drip from the tree leaves after the storm
And glisten in the lake outside of my house
Reflecting the sun's might off the soft ripples.
I am captivated in this moment
Where creation stands still
And I find myself at the center of your world
Even when I do not have you at the center of mine
-Oh what a God to be a son to
And to be adored by,
One who never stops showing off his great love
Even when we stop showing off ours.
What a lucky moment
To be hit by the cool breeze in the summer sun
With juice dripping off your face
While you smile at the ripples that distort your reflection.

A little taste of heaven
Not to be wasted-

at the age of
abandon,
giggles,
sunshine,
and flowers,
I only knew
endless sunrises.

at the age of
finally comprehending,
first crushes,
empty playgrounds,
and responsibility,
I learned that there
was more to just being
right and wrong.

at the age of
self-loathing,
confusion,
conformity,
and fear,
I learned what
was worth waking up for.

Ever loved someone like
laying on the carpet in pain
watch the shadows on their face change
see the door open and close
these days the sunlight always looks the same

a pure bird sings out in the hedge,
as i sing up a storm
out in the street.
wanderin', as
usual*.

to fold nicely into
next-moments, to heed
and stifle breath subtly
lit up, glow
on the belly of the
sky mild-cloudy afternoon
we sit and spin our threads.
find small spiders on the sheets,
crawling toward the sun, first,
as we all should've been.

bent n frayed back, all of
this clambering, and all of
the world, and its futures
laid out on 'til
projective infinities,
sometimes halt breath
but
there's plenty o' time,
vast oceans, lightyears
spilling out of the woodwork,
marbles downgutter,
glistening victory &
everything else.

yr light, sweet shine,
sweet universe, blurred
n all glory, as usual,
rains on in
soft patterns.