Tea cooling next to love letters on the window sill,
dreams real yet surreal, almost tangible.
Sea and mountains in your lungs,
memories, monuments to beloved moments past.
Lessons sewn into your very marrow,
tangled up with the movements of your unconscious mind.
Breathing in every millisecond,
each precious opportunity for growth and death.
Growth and death, an endless cycle,
swirling in your teacup, like leaves
in the autumn breeze.
A sudden rush of emotion
withheld, censored, eyes closed
immersed in the ocean
Clear blue skies, muddled intentions
breaking life open
skirting the law, another family tradition
The seams can’t be sewn together again
A rush of ambition, of love, of blood
“Quick before it all turns to dust”
A demigod among men, eternally lamenting
Green, endless green,
Sunlight dripping in through canopies of redwoods –
Birds, wasps, and bees buzzing about,
leaves at peace in the breeze.
green, endless green,
soul at ease.