With pen on hand, I wrote my heart on lines
as Nights came walking, running with my Days...

Near the shoreline, where furious waves
meet the sand, a red crab - with a strong claw...

I lost my voice...
when my fingers stopped typing on a keyboard...

Every day,
I slept when his light went away...

I threw letters at a sheet of paper
as if they were darts...

Well hello, you know
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything...

It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

Contractions keep on going past due date
Baby should be here any moment...

I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...

Ah the irk,
the grind...

I search for the sunrise in these waves of life;
in these still waters...