(...sleepless...)

I witness the monotonous blackness of night
where is this quaintness called sleep?
starlight, hidden by the city, should be the backdrop of dreams


insomnia (take 327)
[2012.21.3...a]

forward movement

brisk morning walk
winter breath  escapes upward like a crisp fog
sunlight , a warm, exhilarating beacon upon my face
my eyes sparkle  with the universe


forward movement
[2012.4.1...a]

return to peace

sadness grasps at my gut, anchoring me
to this place I must leave, this harbor for my heart at your hearth...
today my brief smiles are  filled with longing
for a return to peace



return to peace
[2012.3.1...a]

cloudlike

fluffy make-believe mountain ranges, brown-grey wisps of smokey cigars
feathers of cotton candy, yesterday's leftover firework puffs and other phantasmagorical dragons, icebergs of snow to be, a globe of sci-fi continents
destination approaches
hugging the horizon are not clouds
but daggers of perfect white peaks not yet melted


cloudlike
[2012.2.1...a]