my

wonders

begin

flowing

endlessly

within

efortlessly

giving

endless

innocence

to

this

soul

forever

roaming.

I envy those of us

Who believe they are not artists

For they have so much that lies within

And in their dreams

Bursts of colours of imagination

Fill their subconscious

As they long for morning.

I wish to leave them a pen and paper

For them to write the dreams

So that I can feel their art

Emerge

As they pour their morning fix

He came to me, 

Eyes made of hazel,

Reflections of caramel

He came to me, in stillness

Strangest hours of the night

He filled me with comforting words

He knew something I didn't 

A beaming of narrow light 

It was a pure warmth

over the icing water 

surrounding me

We need each other,

That is why we are rooted to one tree

We need to breath in each otherʼs air

Every so often, to clear the gaps that have spread us so wide apart

But now Iʼm thinking that maybe

We are not rooted to one tree

Maybe you have yours and I mine.

And maybe your tree is five miles from mine.

So that when the wind blew,

Your leaves flew gently my way

But they softly landed, almost already dry

And Iʼd think we were strangers just then

And you proved it to me, that that is what we became

When your winds changed direction

For a tree that was neither like yours nor mine

A tree so foreign that you admired

In the coldest of our seasons

So, no

I cannot call it love,

It's a worry without 

Understanding

A lacking without

Sufficiency

I cleanse myself

With tears of

Our depart

With the breezes

Of our breaths

I cleanse myself 

With sorrows of

Our demise.