Castaway
From those pictures of us, you may cut me away, I care not, because I am more than a mere photo. From those letters of ours, you may tear me away, I care not, because I am more than mere
Into Your Life
When its time, to describe your entire life in a day, And you know, you can’t recall every moment on the way, Times of joy may never in your memory, for long stay, Of the times when you cried, you
Finding You
On a fine summer morning, upon opening my brow, Find the landscape around me, filled with unseasonal snow, Amidst the vast expanse of white, a budding blossom of pink, So startlingly contrastive, that it sets my mind to think. The
Waking Up
Just the two of us, walk up to the edge of the lawn, Waiting for the sun, to break out from the dawn, To pry apart from our feet, the morning dew, And witness the buds begin blossoming anew. Walking
Flowing Away
I still cant remember when they began, Or for how long and far they just ran, It seemed only yesterday that they had a cause, But even while it withered, they never had to pause. They flow into the cracks