No one stands
for truth anymore...
It’s almost your graduation day.
And I keep thinking...
All through the night,
the sea would settle...
In the garden of true love
Where two lover's kiss...
The morning sighs in softest hue—
the sky has saved its gold for you...
How lonely is the flame
that burns for its own fire...
I remember you
in the soft melt of ice cream...
You are the balm—
meant to mend...
Etched upon this soggy sleeve,
My heart unclad...
I am the letter that never sent..
folded with all I couldn’t say...
I stare at the swaying tree,
Rooted deep beneath the crusty erf...
I looked for you..
in the curve of someone else’s smile...