Falling rain
Each drop free falling faster than the next
The sound of a million needles splashing on my skin
Tiny droplets reverb in the background
A lonely melody emerges
Puddles of lost voices begin to sing
Their faint voices, distant
Burrow deep inside and stay with me
And I’m certain
There will never be a storm like this again
But I will always hear this song
Whenever it rains
Originally posted August 22, 2015
I’ve been lost in a bamboo forest
Surrounded by tall spears of silence
Inhaling my voice
Quiet’s handprint left upon my chest
I’ve descended through cloud forests
Carving through hazy white shrouds
Below, unseen and unknown
Ears becoming my eyes, seeing more then, then on clearest of days
I’ve walked among giant sequoia trees
Safety under their looming shadows
Branches reaching out, scooping me up into an embrace
Hymns of wisdom slowly rising among their choir
Nature’s silence
Beauty’s peace
Listening, growing, living
A time to become
Originally posted October 2, 2015
The age in his eyes
A light still shines
Moving slowly
Catching his breath
Does not capture who he is
Or the life that he has lived
Sunsets are not end of days
Just color blends breathing
Awaiting morning greetings
And brand new days
Originally posted July 20, 2015
She took black and white photos
Her lense searching for a cure
Zooming in and out of a life that felt alone
Despite the perfect picture in a shiny frame
She took black and white photos
Because it was easier not to feel
A reflection of herself inside
Looking colorless in a mirror
She took black and white photos
Would the color ever return?
Waking each morning to capture the sunrise
Hoping one day the sun would appear
Originally posted August 18, 2015
The feeling of dusk settles on my skin
I drift from dancing with sun rays
To humming soft melodic sighs by twilight
I find myself lured into the shadow of the moon
And I feel strangely comforted by its embrace
*Originally posted June 24, 2015
