Her plane is late, delayed in Akron
winter storms pushing back departures...
As she and I do lay 'neath summer's noon
I quarrel with the sun: who loves her more...
broken never means
destroyed when the inner-child...
Should Cupid pass, with hand and bow
I hope he’ll purge, my heart of woe...
I cry.
For all the pieces of me I gave...
The sky, the moon
and ocean sands that meet the blue...
The sunrise is blushing pink,
seeping through gaps in the curtains...
Often,
what I write on the paper is a letter...
We all learned
to build bridges...
Will you be there if I need you
Can you catch me if I fall through...
I waited. And waited
within a darkened room...
Shall I exalt your grace as seasons bring?
In winter; you're a frosty glazed escape...