Strawberry Picking

The underside of my inside

Is stuck between the release

Of breath that carries me forward

To whispers of my running feet

Echoed in the steps of the lyrebird

I fell in love with the current

Caught in your beat

And my heart fumbles

With your northerly wind

Bottled in the glass on the golden ledge

The crack opens oozing light from your pores

And the sunflowers kiss the morning sky

As ghosts burst in my eyes

Scattering the fear of broken dreams

Across your blue that calls for me

4am

4am wide awake 4am the sky won't shift 4am the heart does speak 4am you hear the fall 4am it knows you hear 4am no dreams to catch 4am a time to fight 4am 4am

impossible

The song is not mine

closing my eyes

feeling trapped in

the shards of a

broken song

the blind mans stick

worn from seeing

his vision deeper

than mine

my ticket

only rides the one

direction 

dream january 9

Crickets chirping

As the breath slowly exhales

Street lights flicker

Like broken images in the reflecting glass

You whisper into the night

To never forget this darkness

That is draped like crushed velvet

Across the night

And the thought

This darkness is the reminder you will never shift

the crying birds

2012 meets me with surprise, 2012 meets me with words, 2012 meets me

the crying birds

sung for the fallen one

that dropped from the moon’s eye

dressed in plain clothes

their wails filled the morning sky

dreams meet dawn’s first glance

like the fallen wings on my windowsill

paper thin

Today's Love