traveling

Sometimes waking is unwelcome

And the morning yearns for sleep.

In solitude I turn to stone

And sigh although I'm free.

What's to stop me, in my freedom,

From unraveling?

I find alone I'm most at home,

Still, the soul craves traveling.

scarlet necklace

A buried seed is bound to bleed

And split the earth with crimson head.

From thorns to rose, or so it goes,

Is born a sharp and sudden red.

And were I charmed and not alarmed,

I'd touch the velvet blossoming

Until my hand was pricked, unplanned,

And scarlet necklace start to bead.

Over my head and draped in dread,

A flower crown fit for a queen.

I watch the colors slowly spread

And find I'm trapped inside the seed.

sundial

Hands of the clock,

If you could stop

And hold me for a while,

Time would stand still

And we would feel

We'd spun a thousand miles.

Watch face,

If I could replace

Your blank stare with a smile,

We'd count the days

Within your gaze-

Drift into place like a sundial.

distance

There are oceans between us,
And such great depths inside us.
And if distance makes
The mountaintops turn blue,
I wonder what it means
For me and you.

butterfly wings

Delicate
In orange and black,
A trembling flame
Upon your back.

Flutter free
From your cocoon
When with a spark
I kiss the moon.

Spirit descending
Through the air
In butterfly wings
And tongues of fire.

jupiter in june

Your fingerprints are craters on the moon,
And I'm glowing like the smallest silver spoon.
If you would stir your tea with me
I'd spin around like Saturn's rings,
And we'd sit on the porch swing
Like Jupiter in June.