Poems

Tick tock, tick tock
My heart is not a clock
My apology, and also my anthem

I’ve never cast a spell before. This might be my first.

I’ve become better at cleaning clouds and in my sky there is more sun.

I’ll walk off into your sunset, to become another’s dawn. New moon you for forever, shooting star phenomenon.

The last winds of summer whirlpool their last breath. The first leaves of fall toast in the coolness of a coming while.

Sometimes when I’m half awake and half asleep, or when I hear a certain sound, or when I smell a certain smell, or when I say a certain phrase, I remember what it’s like to be in love.

Where is it that you’re going my stellar pelted moose? Where is it that your lunar hooves go when they need to roost?

Lost with no guide, In tumultuous tide.

Have I been here before? In a storm’s whirling core?

I hope this declaration retains its power. As words with neither voice nor face.

I wish you neither the worst there is. Nor the best that ever was. I wish you the worst that you yourself will concoct.

i hope you feel, that this is real, a game one doesn’t just play

But I like this sham; Upheld with wavy hands; My improvement path of personal growth.

I time traveled to the past, to a day two auras danced. Then regretfully I stole my own hope with enchanted gloves of chance.

I smell you without a hint of your perfume, I feel you near with no one around.

A smile my way, was sent one day, unlike ones before. I took it as sign, this plant of mine, should grow beyond one shore. So I showered it in dreams, bright sparklesun and soft moonbeams;