you and I
are just specs
of dust
floating upon
this earth
we live inside
the moments
that carry
us away
into the stars
as time
sits quietly
inside
the palm
of our hands
Tag Archives: Poetry
Ink
I lie awake
in the stillness of the night
the depth of the silence
stealing my very breath
my story
unfolds before you
bare naked
down to my very soul
my scars are visible
as the clock strikes
its lonely hour
again and again
comfort finds me
no longer can I hide
with this ink
I bleed the truth
upon these pages
beneath this surface of mine
Back to you
I fall into
the sweet silence
of the night
darkness comes
as comfort
to my naked soul
drifting between
here and there
to the edge
and back again
the universe
has a way
of bringing me
back to you
each night
no matter where
in time we are
Stripped
I stare upon blank pages
struggling to find the words
that fill the surface
so quietly
they linger
dancing like raindrops
inside my head
stripped down
I close my eyes
and catch my breath
listening to the melody within
nothing else matters
but here
and now
stripped down
to my soul
stripped down
to myself
Secrets of the universe
listen quietly
as the winds
rush through
the universe
feel the whispers
upon your skin
and taste
the secrets
upon your tongue
Memories
memories are found
inside the warmth
of a summers day
where the sun
catches your smile
and the winds
kiss your soul
Winter
she watches
as the seasons
slowly change
right before
her eyes
but inside
nothing
ever changes
winter
always remains
the same
Whispers of the stars
inside the echos
of the night
silence falls gently
upon the earth
the soft whispers
of the stars
find their way
beneath my surface
where poetry lives
and waits
to be set free
Upon your soul
Come sit
with me
let me lay
my thoughts
upon your soul
and run
my fingers
through your dreams
Thoughts of a writer
thoughts come
from a place
that’s beyond
the depth
of my soul
I close
my eyes
and let them
fill my mind
waiting
to be born
to be thrown
across paper
erased
and rewritten
allowing them
to breathe
a life
of their own
these words
are why
I write
these words
are why
I dream
I know
no other way
to let
them be free
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