Sandcastles

I witness as they celebrate their love, with light in their eyes and tenderness in their voices. Amidst the haste and chaos and urgent whispers, it is still lovely. I can't help but feel envy, despite the joy.

I do not doubt my love for him. I doubt the timing. Is it correct? I am afraid to pray lest I hear the answer.

I sit like a child on the beach, silently watching, praying to God the tide will not come in and swallow his sandcastle. Maybe I'm just PMS-ing.

The Kiss

and then the light of your face shone over my crumpled life
i understood nothing except the sweetness of your kiss.

Secret Garden

There is a secret garden i hide, too.
With flowers of every kind responding differently to each season

How i long for the warmth of the sun in the summer
and the cheer of the butterflies in spring
as i brave the cold of winter
that Fall did bring

Sometimes With This Moon

sometimes with this moon, and this air and this melancholy
I think of you without meaning to.

i wish i could abandon the million other things that call for my presence and attention

so i could entertain for a while more this stinging in my heart
and let flow the well of tears that my heart drowns in