All sorts of tiny creatures chirped,
and you hummed to their music...

In this dark living room,
I stare at the street light...

A cup of coffee unwrapped
a world were darkness isn't bitter...

You roots run deep,
yet the soil is soft...

....and I was wrong.
this pocket feels heavy...

The roaring went on,
as your scribbling drafted...

There was no fog
just shades of gray...

***
My daunted soul palpitates in a coral horizon...

Tonight,
the shadow in my closet is...

Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...

You are the silence that drapes over my soul,
but you brought me no serenity just uncertainty...

I anchored my faith to you.
My feet stopped kicking cold...