The word is
the root that
grows in the
ground where

the feet stand
that carry you,
forward through time,

with the sound
of your voice.

Eelco van der Waals

I miss his golden brown eyes
Alight in the sunshine
Sparkling with traces of light

I've cried over those eyes
Whispering,
"They glow"
Tears dripping salty and bright

I had risen, so did the sun,
Brightly shining upon this world,
For I have completed a 100 poems,
And wish to publish All of them.

Wizard of my longing
Memory I most prize
Did you cast a spell on me
beneath September skies?
Subject of my deep desire
Glisten welling in my eyes
You must be my conjured dream
My most difficult “good-bye”
If salty drops could magic wield
You’d be here by my side
Rather, you return a world away
(& your love for me has died?)
As it seems you must forget me
So my tears must leave me blind
Now with lost sight I will wander
through these cities left behind

Let your 'no'
be louder
than your 'yes'-
always be so!

I miss you everyday

but

I miss myself more.

Particular doors

stay shut.

With a pile

of eyes convinced

they see something.

Animal musk--trying

to dodge sap.

Outstretched arms

can search

out cowards.

Just fine.