pulse...

do we thrive,

to roam surreal

or seek the intensity,

to exist in shades unseen

thus light of brilliant yonder,

for you the aurora glows wonder

and sell her glamour to the moon....

thoughtless...

...i have to turn away and leave,
so others can be comfortable in my staying

sunday...

her scent woven into the mist,
coiling with energy as she guides me
her servant to my dream, a cry for the evergreen
wrap your trees around me and don't question my tears
weeping only to heal a poetic whisper...
...fuck you tomorrow
...how much better in the now hey sister unknown*