When the shadows grew long, I fell in a field and buried my face in the dirt. My sleep I gave to lengthen the days, My muscles to run through walls, My brain
What would I learn if I had not begun The journey on this dark and crooked path? God possesses joy and also wrath, And on this horrid day I feel but one. My
Resting in You. Trusting in You. Content in You. What do I really want from You? Are my desires correctly placed? What brings me satisfaction in life? Is it You? Oh Lord, May
How do I start things in my day? By waiting for a vision. Say, A creature inspiration brings. She makes me want to do good things. And yet, when inspiration hits, My willpower
The fifth of March I sat before a book of history, Reading up on Washington and John F. Kennedy. I took a long and weary sigh, for life had lost its zest. I
Some days, It’s the way the sun shines through the window And seems to bounce back up. Some days it’s the way the coffee smells, Or the way the china clinks,
Our journey often leads To places we know well, To places often trod With heavy footsteps fell. Our journey often leads To places yet unknown, To places left untouched Where never seed was
In the modern world, Since journeys are rare, I start Writing my own quest. I write of mountains. To reach the treasure, I climb Impossible crags. This journey is hard, Laden down by
A dark and lonely rutted track That leads to somewhere far away. A journey with no time to slack Upon the quester’s weary way. To search for truth, forgotten long, Or wealth
Was ever a desperate search so Peaceful as this? What path was so foggy and Calm as mine? What shapeshifter ever so Certain as I? I am revealed Without looking. God has not
There’s something about the light crashing against the walls, or maybe it’s the way her sheets lie on the floor, the way scattered textbooks bleed into the carpet, the way her
Faded doors, Faded lives. Hearts will always sacrifice The things we want, The things we need, And at the end, Our hearts impede This lie we live Of up and down And all
I’m looking back, As I oft do when thinking of you And I wonder, Are you remembering those times, too? If I asked you, what would you say? I’m looking back,
Still here a child of the mud and meadow With sunshine curls and eyes of darkest pine There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow. With feet that dance unclad
I’m not sure how long I’ve been at it— Walking aimlessly for miles, Straying further and further away From the oasis of your embrace. With no real reason to escape More
I would give you all the stars in my eyes. I would weave you silks from my hair, And build you palaces of my bones In the midst of forests grown from my
We mourn because the world is broken. The deserts and the forests, all cracked, fissured in the fixture, a vessel split and leaking blood and oil into the water, the air, the soil, the valleys, the heights.
You could say I’m sad: Sad for all the friends I could have made, All the wonders I could have felt. Sad for all the smiles I could have seen, All the days I could have loved.