And soft, like thoughts
on snowy evenings.
The amber fire inside of her
warms me.
She is filled with sympathy;
cries out when injustice
sets fire to the world.
She’s a subtle understanding,
like Braille across the enigma
of wounds in the heart.
And though unseen, her soul is lucid.
A poetic ideal
I’ve always wished
to become.
And bright, like clouds
on snowy evenings.
The amber light inside of her
calms me.
She is filled with symphony;
sings out when justice
takes hold in the...
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Wrapped in the fireplace
of your arms. Warmed by
the trust in your smile.
The night and our love
Are acquainted. You cuddle close
and feel my heart. I brush your
hair away from your face.
The window and the rain
Are old friends. Soft candle-
light washes over our skin,
soft music over our repose.
The ambiance and timing
Couldn’t be better. I look
down at you, you’re falling asleep.
I kiss your forehead
and whisper, Sleep well.
With eyes closed, you sigh
and reply, Then don’t...
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The sun rose ripe and warm over the quiet town of Batavia, Illinois, tucking shadows into the pockets of morning. People opened their shutters and children ran out to play. Robins sang high in the trees as squirrels played beneath them.
With a proud smile on his face, a father gently puts his daughter Emma into a bright red stroller. Seconds later and they’re off, destined for the local park – the one with all the old trees and a creek lined with violets. As they follow the sidewalk a...
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I have longed to be
the quiet, fading light
that helps you sleep;
and sunrise through the open door.
I’ve stayed awake for hours,
wondering how I could channel
the most beautiful things
through your eyes,
and into your heart.
I have wished to be
the warm, child-long summer
that stirs your playful curiosity;
and dreams across the long winter.
For a time I doubted
I could be any of these things,
or the myriad others
that fill my head each day.
But the stronger my life
bonds with yours,
the...
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Soundless, he crashed along her walls.
Fell like a bruised rock, died shivering in the clover.
She stirred, asleep: an oblivious, silent orchestra.
Autumn leaves and music entered his death —
inner seasons began to change.
The stars shined like a million candles held by darkness.
His cadaver eyes were illuminated, lit by the crescent moon.
His body twitched: the soul threw the Reaper in chains.
By morning he was breathing, somehow stronger —
built less of stone, more of dream.
He opened his...
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I pack away summer clothes
to a soundscape of Vivaldi.
The songs of summer birds
have settled like dust.
I light a candle at the window
and watch leaves fall across the yard,
overcome by a sensation
I cannot describe:
My heart is in a dance
with autumn’s return.
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The morning is cool, quiet,
set perfectly in place
and her eyes are filled with it.
She kneels down,
watches bees
bend the silky petals
of her favorite flower.
Time is a deific ox
pulling her life forward, steadily
and her eyes are splintered by it.
She stands up,
hears a starling
stream music from its breast;
today it will find a mate.
With two fingers across her wrist
and a mild concern in her heart, she thinks
Where does the beauty of a flower go when it dies?
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This morning there was much rain,
forcing the birds into trees,
the butterflies beneath leaves.
I stand at the open window,
listening for the cool silence
between raindrops.
I begin to wonder
about time machines,
about being fully absorbed into the future:
The full view of a sunset
from our porch chairs,
a cat resting at our feet.
Faces aged, a hand
holding a hand.
And the wind
comes down from flowered hills,
filling the home with fragrances.
Everything is golden orange
like a softly glowing...
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She sails under a moonshadow
on the back of a white swan.
Tears fall down her cheeks
because her heart is unloved.
She sees twilight in the water
then turns around to face it.
A star shooting overhead
sparkles romance from its tail.
She thinks, Why can’t that be for me?
But each tear that fell on the lake
became a ripple towards shore.
And love waits patiently
just beyond the water lilies.
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There awoke in me, on a night enlightened by
magnificent starlight, fancies for poetic pursuit in
the name of love. And of this, an autumn-haired,
spring-eyed beauty of sweet unawareness.
I became a romantic, for all intents and purposes,
and bowed as a knight to his maiden in waiting.
I was taken. I was subdued and held prisoner—
I was willing.
In her heart were the moist soils of Eden, full of music
not heard since the day love was cast upon the world.
I took her hand and splashed the grass...
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