Backwards and Forwards Through Raindrops

Dreams cascade like tumbling moments waiting to be captured

Watching through the rain, my mind wanders between each drop

Stillness awaits, layers of air gently rest one upon another in comforting silence

I lie in anticipation, waiting for a gentle nudge to be awakened

My backwards and forwards share the same footsteps, following me wherever I go

Hope and Nostalgia

Without paper

I write on brick walls

Etching thoughts through tired fingertips

Flowing words curve as if lured by invisible stencils

Hugging downward sloping lyrics

Enough momentum to seek the afternoon sun

Hope and nostalgia coupled in a dance

In perfect harmony, trading leads between them

Continuing on like this, over and over

Thirsting for a never-ending symphony

Not wanting to hear the last note fade

A Warm Taste Radiates

Staring at the sun

Feeling the burn in my eyes

I look away to blank canvas walls

To find emerging shapes suspended in mid-air, floating

Outlined in muted silence

A warm taste radiates, piercing through the lines

Face to face, holding it’s gaze, I inhale

Holding it’s life deep within my lungs

Pausing at the burn

Not wanting to exhale