the motions.

Her body is here.
Her motions--
astounding.
How brilliant she must be.

She speaks of riches.
She lends her hand to the poor.
still, this soul is dark.


Tis her God that she needs::once more.

find it.

these dreams seem bigger::
than life.


the city lights fade.
this place is dark.
the way of the path is unseen.


in the midst of it all::go.


go and find yourself.
these dreams-they will come true.

autumn.

i have seen these colors.

they are quite familiar.

a subtle wind.

a soft drizzle.

autumn is here::

where is my scarf?

beauty lost.

serenity of this night.

hidden in you, i am.

pulchritude, i have found you::

entombed deep within humanity-

civilization, burying you once more.

sweet nothings.

a note i found in a book i am reading,

"you are beautiful.
i will fight for you.
always."


thank you brendan. you are a stud.

to my love.

i see you--
you are admiring me.

the butterflies tickle me::
this feeling of aghast has overwhelmed me.
ah, you beam with a grin::

and i shall lift my eyes to yours--
to grin back with a heart that is credulous.

you have found me by chance--
in the midst of life.

we must abandon our past.
engaging in what He has adored us with::

an honest love--
with eachother
::and Him.

days.

these are the days.
this is bliss at its core.
foregranted, i have taken thee.

a day is a week; a week a month.
a month; a year.

where did all the happiness go?
i was once young.
i engaged in euphoria, in joy.

that glee was broken.
i felt isolated.

reminded was i.
that these are the days.

i shall serve with a beam.
in remembrance::
for i do not know; the inevitable.