Poem: Capturing You

How do you capture a smell or vision in words
I’ve filled so many pages of descriptions of you
Still you remain ephemeral like a sheer curtain
You know it’s there because you can see it dancing
Yet everything still shows through giving it shapes

Poem: Comfortable

We kicked our feet on swings
That protested more than we did
As they kept the motion perpetually
While we were running out of energy
An almost imperceptible drifting
Out of synch and in different directions

Poem: The Wishing Hour

The wishing hour Is those rare hours Between sunset And moonrise darkness Where wishing stars Can be seen The wishing hour Is when I found you Lonely in a field waiting But for what Was it for me The wishing hour She said to me Is when I feel hopeful Sending wishes To the heaven

Poem: Anyone But Me

Some days I want to be
Anybody other than me
I want to pull on a mask
With a big grinning smile
Hiding away from a world
That I can barely stand

Poem: Starry Eyed Night

A girl with stars in her eyes
The embodiment of a wish
With promises in her lips
Makes me want to stay
Aimless satellite in her orbit
Where she has me spinning

Poem: Early Morning with Unanswered Questions

The silence of the wet street
Interrupted by the sounds
Our sneakers make as we walk
Following the stars away
From the sun soon to rise

Poem: Impossible Horizon

On twisted up sheets we lay
The stars of a million dreams
Stretching to the four corners
Outward to infinity where we are
Spinning around without moving

Poem: Epic Road Trip

Clouds shaded pink
As the dawning eye of the sun
Glares at them not ready
To fully light the world

With his own half shut eyes
He checks his bags one last time
All the necessities
Clothes snacks and Sartre
Traveling companions on the journey

Poem: An Aside of a Falling Star

oh to be a shooting star in her sky
streaking across the dark tapestry
illuminating the heavens
even as I am falling

Poem: Girl of the Tilt-a-Whirl

She’s the girl of the tilt-a-whirl
Who smells like cotton candy
With gleaming neon in her eyes
She’s the laughter of roller coasters