the most frustrating thing
when it comes to a writer
is when everything
every word, every letter,
isn't enough to give justice to
the captivating picture of you
in the afternoon:

soaked in sweat,
grinning foolishly,
striking up a conversation
about coffee,
and how unhealthy it is
for me to drink
three cups straight,
to stay awake,

yet the bittersweet taste
stains my lips.

it spills down my throat,
covers my lungs,
and drowns them
with the addicting aroma
of coffee beans
and lazy dreams,
until i cannot seem
to breathe,

and the only thing
i can ever do
is to spill ink
for you.

sometimes
loving you is so hard
sometimes
the right way is no way
but
just now
and ever
i know
the right way
is ..
loving you

whatever gives the mind wings
frees the heart
makes the soul sing

these things are worthwhile
wherever they may be found
good to share

so use your gifted voice
to speak the truth
and dance

dance lover of life
dance
abandon yourself to love.

some memories clamour to be heard
and the pain within them a present experience

to heal that pain can take a lot of visiting
inch by inch scars gently bind the wound.

The sapphire doors
opened
and I saw love

- a vulnerable babe
with the Universe
shining in its eyes.

there is a kiss on your lips
waiting to land

a hearts message
gently delivered

a kiss holds more power
than all the words of poets

but love can shelter
within the skin of poems.

i sung for the Sun
but the Sun was too distant

I sung for the Moon
but the Moon could not hear me

I sung for the Earth
and the Earth sung with me