I never wanted anything irrational
until your jewels tickled my tongue...

Maybe you complement me,
the way some stars appear tossed to the sky like...

My pen was once filled
with all the possibilities...

Damn the roses
for their quiet despair...

I wonder if there ever were a thought
that echoed my own...

Bees busy themselves
with menial chores freely...

Sometimes the ravenous sky
licks my heart...

Soon
I'll lose him...

It's late here in Carolina
and the crickets are chirping...

He knew I wandered off the cobblestone
of some maps misdirection...

I rove
like a gypsy...

I am a lonesome songbird
trapped inside this steel cage of words...