Friday, April 24


that moment when all of the universe
is a symphony inside my head
as I look into your baby eyes
lost in the gravity of our bed

and sunshine loses its color on you;
from the blush of pink, to marmalade. 

Monday, April 20


left a message
for the winds to carry
thought they'd find you
before I do.
also put up a chime
on my little window
in case you're thinking
of me too.

Saturday, April 11


In this recess of silence
if a few words become necessary
I'll whisper them to the moon
and hope that its playful charade
also throws light on words
that may or may not have met
the courage of a whisper
but found the shelter of meaning
in the resonance of our thoughts.