This is You

It didn’t show,

but the last time you were here

was like a thunderstorm–

and life was much kinder to you then.


But this time, it’s sunshine.

And rocket-ships of joy.

They flood the sky in streams of fireworks and stars,

making all shadows vain.


Because how much brighter can the sky get?

And here you are, thriving in it.



smooth sailing

into the waters of August

and a glorious sunset–


water blasts

dark abyss

colossal misses

thunder claps

slapping sand

faceless, nameless

time passes

so slowly

possession, obsession

color drained

lost desire

craving higher


that initial

heart center

smooth sailing away.


we could jump in the waves

or wade at the shore,

dive into the ocean

or stay land-bound and bored.

but i never want to have to wonder

what you’re thinking,

what you’re creating

inside that imagination of yours.

share with me. build with me.


because when the tides rush in,

when they arise and collapse

and swirl at our feet,

all to wash away, return, and repeat,

we’ll be fully ready. you see,

we know the secret of the waters,

of the unpredictable surges

and watered-down speech:

we let the words rise up themselves

and speak.