Stars Shined Down

Things entombed that still remain Compose I that dares, still, To grasp a hope hanging in whispers, Woven into flaxen threads, Dangling by your fingers, Born from the womb of your palm, Permitted to a duty that remains my own To deny or sanction; It is only by those hands That this heart will willingly…

The meandering concrete beckons Like a welcoming hearth, Aflame, boundless and lost, Offering a hand of gravel and stone, Company on a chilled sultry night. So the walk ensues encompassing Landscapes, skies, lifetimes Gone in the wake of ages past With colors still warm, brimming With memories, Ardor, fruition, prowess and grandeur, Once lived and…

If in my silence I remain And in this silence you can tread Without the gain of fear or a loss Of your freedom Then this silence is no more a curse But a sanctuary of your presence. And if in this silence so carefully wrought You remain within reach Within reach but untouchable What…

Words unfold to me like dusk Blooming into twilight, splendidly Collapsing soon to nightfall All too soon for my taste, too quick But it births stars across the skies, Pieces of trinkets, A melody, Composed to poetry. These stars shine down like dawn Cycling out the remains Of a world bathed sable, beautifully Caressing each…

If there be a voice the ears can bear without strain or fear of slight, that in its timbre none compare and in whose sullied presence there is a promise that in this world there is more to come albeit comically, it is in his upon hearing (other than the customary), that a certainty of…

Passionless though I try To write you love songs Filled with stars Shapes not of this world Brighter than you are and yet Paler Less colored than they should be beside your hackneyed luminescence; And with these celestials I attest To draw in your scenery Capture your voice in the winds And maybe your laughter…

I wrote a poem and I thought, Somewhere, someone knows, And someone might, in some way say I know how it feels and yes, We’re never alone.