Monthly Archive: February 2015

Undertow

I relinquished control
when first
I discovered
reason
and rhyme
pulsing within.
Touch me.
You will feel it:
Our unique
frequency

Oh this vibrancy
that threatens to
sweep me

Under.
Over.
Through
the undertow.
Memory-hued.
Pink-scented.

Watching

From my outstretched arm
I cast a thought
and watched it explode into a million
teardrops of glistening light.

Refraction changes substance and intention.

It reverberates around
the source,
humming buzzing
cleansing white static.
I thought I heard
my name called
from afar.

But it was simply longing
and aural simulcra.

When stars align

Some things need to be said.

You can not say them. And then they might diminish and fade. And you will never know.
Or you can say them. And you might not get the response you’d hoped, but at least you know.

And just sometimes, in a blossoming microcosm, the stars align.