Friday, November 25, 2016

Imploding

Breaking Inside
You have  been Imploding
The Weight You Carry
Shift Some To Me
I Promise I will not Break
All Your Fragile Thoughts
And
Even Though I seem
Insensitive
And Selfish
It is just a Facade
I am as Insecure
As Everybody else around You




Sunday, November 6, 2016

I Often Wonder

I Often Wonder
What Tells the Leaves to Turn Red
Squirrels to Store Pine Cones
Birds to Fly South
The Air to Grow Crisp
Sky to Become Grey
Night To Spread its Long Wings
Moon to Rise
Over Frozen Fields
Your Eyes to Fill with Warmth
And For me To Long for Vigor