Ma Amore Paris

You are not just a destination

you are a core being

that alleviates and tends

to my aching heart

Though my feet ache

and my body is weighed down

pulling my soul to the earth

with the paints of your beauty

I may touch the sky and see

to the corners of my wildest dreams

and let my soul breathe

A bustle of the world

you mark each chapter

of the earth’s transcendence

for lonely souls to gather

and seek solace within

the confines of your embrace

made of white stone

Dream Catcher

In a word

filled with darkness

it’s easy to lose sight

of those precious memories

that are stepping stones

towards the gleaming light

I’ve run across pastures

from dusk till dawn

with my butterfly net in hand

I wave it around in frivolous motions

an aloof smile plastered on my face

I frolic aimlessly in the fields

chasing after butterflies that fly

up and up

into the sky as my beacon

When I look to the bedazzled sky

Innumerable butterflies greet me

that shine their light of dreams

against the blackened-out sky of nightmares

I chase and I chase

after their light

even though it will never fade

for I fear the clock set to my life

will run short

A gust of wind pushes me forward

It beckons me to remain steadfast

to keep chasing

after my butterfly

and its light

So I chase

and I chase

after this radiant butterfly

It leaves in its wake

memories I cling to

the dreams it embodies

built from my hope and light

I will chase towards this light

until one day the sky is littered with butterflies in the night

Coffee

I drink while I walk

Down the riverbank. My eyes

Wake to the world. Rise

With its aroma,

Love with its connection, find

The perfect mug. Sip

Bold and sweet, it takes

Hold of my veins and fills me

With vigor to thrive.

A cup of joy with my family, it feels like a tight squeeze.

I lick my lips, my mug empty. Another please?

An Ode to Dragons

Do not wake a sleeping dragon!

They are grumpy and groggy early in the morning

They might set you ablaze, smoke the skies in their rage,

And crush mountains as they stretch and yawn back to sleep.

Do not wake a sleeping dragon!

Even if you have stories to share

There is a reason they stay fairy tales.

But oh dragons, dragons!

They carry the skies below their wings

Are heard across continents and seas

Dragons, oh dragons

Why must you be a fairy tale?

How many wish

For the freedom you have

To fly far and wide and untouched

By the land and its woes.

How many wish

To be heard

Across continents and seas

Their voice unmatched and distict

Strong against the artics breeze.

Oh dragons, dragons

How powerful they are!

Unrivalved they rule

How terrible it would be

For humans to have your ability.

Humans do not fly –

They trembled from cloudy skies.

Humans do not roar –

They lie and do not listen.

Humans do not deserve you power –

Humans abuse what little they take.

Do not wake a sleeping dragon!

We do not deserve the power they have to become real.

Baby Girl

Dear Mother
One thing I need you to know is that I am exhausted
You bore me into this world
but sometimes
I think it is too much

I am scared
of everything
this vast chaotic
sea offers as
it washes me over
drowning me
beneath its benevolence

Love is one of the greatest
feats of all
for I know I cannot conquer it
I am a subject
to its will
forever weak and
in awe of its throne

As a babe
my big blue eyes gifted
me with the passion to
love and experience the world

Now my mind
has caught up with my eyes
and the once-feasible lake
towers over me as a tsunami

Then the pain
of this lovely world
leaves me shaken
till I burst into a tantrum
and yearn to run and hide
back into your
sheltering embrace

For within your embrace
the ocean dries into a puddle
my tears subside
and the world
is a tad more touchable

Bewitching: Inspired by “The Young Martyr”

Do not cry or shout my young one
for within my embrace you are safe

Rest your weary head and forget your sorrows
Flow with me like the ripples you create
and forget your binds as you settle into your demise

Let your heart slow and body numb
as your dress sways where you lie
though the threads of gold aren’t nearly as pleasing
as the ring of sunshine that reflects thou’s soul

Shut your eyes my sweet thing
do not look to the dark of night
I shall steal you away from the morbid
and tuck you beneath my gentle ripples
where your sweet glow of an innocent’s ruin
may be preserved

Do not fear me young one
for you have been blessed
to soar into the clouds and add
to the sun’s light

Crimson Maze

I have lost my own heart –

with no map or compass to guide me

I am at the mercy of the world around me –

in the path I place my trust.

I flow with the wind

as it guides me into an unknown land

void of order and bias towards play

I dart towards the end

of this crimson stringed maze

seeking my heart.

All I find is a beating

red pole tied to others of its kind,

and that pulse like a hive of bees.

My soul tenses as I realize

the forest I am lost in

is the maze of my heart,

filled with the purpose

of play.

Town of Bones

Town

of bones,

it crafts an

outline of life.

Flesh of light and wind-

it fights. Hustle inside,

its doors to the bustle, all-

are welcomed here. Strong, it stands. Up-

it takes us. We build to the skyline.

Morning Song

Sing like the morning Robin

Praise the Earth

for its abundance and hospitality

Thank the sun

for its constant warmth and light

that it casts so beautifully in the garden

Thank the moon

for its constant presence and warnings

of predators that stalk the night

Echo like the morning Dove

Do not be choked by silence but express

Puff out your chest and love

Love the Earth’s offerings

Love the sun and the moon’s protection

Love the birds’ song as an accent

to the morning rush

of the wind

Sing like the morning Robin

Echo like the morning Dove

Narrate life with your morning love song

Falling Brain

My brain falls into my heart

So my heart gives it a kiss to make it all the better

Jagged lines and punctured holes in the smooth paper of fine art

My brain falls into my heart

In an anxious world that makes and breaks – how do I find my part?

A mystery kept to myself as tears stain the letters

My brain falls into my heart

So my heart gives it a kiss to make it all the better