A friend I barely ever had appeals to me in slumbered views. He seems to follow up to see; or am I checking up on him? The marks upon his face may show the habits of his late abuse. Yet as a friend he

Let go the knowledge of my words diverged while curbing cover I'm blessed to have you as a friend; in awe to know you as a lover. Never was the latter something I could draw in managed views, More for

The vivid greens and mossy hues awash among my thoughts of you. With every berry shared and chewed it seems to linger on. Now calm and soothed, your presence due to crush uncertainty accrued. And though

The heavy rains of my emotion weep like sadness from above. Dry in eye, refreshing though as fallen water cycles through. Threatened by the prospect of confusion in the face of love. Dutifully obliged

The mourning of the morning forged from tenderness of heart. The closing of an option never present from the start. A barrier in mind implies desire to defect. Yet in pain of losing love, a closeness I

While trembling, all throughout my spirit, strolling down a wooded path. Lacking brazenness to spear it, there instead I made you guess. Heard were words, a heart felt racing, mine unspoken yet the same.

An ambiance persists just like a mist upon the water. Yet with the fading light my might shall enter into passing. Mowed down into the stubborn roots that still refuse to falter. Like ambi-on upon the

When I glimpse your elegance, I'm taken by your eyes. An endless sense of wonder and an innocence toward life. With your worldly passion, not naivety contrived, Instead the purest empathy and love for

I long to live a simple life, like ancestors before. To minimize possessions and my footprint to the core. To walk the world on paths less traveled, roaming all the same. Rucksack strapped upon my back,

Grasping at a ray of sun reflected off the moon - showered by the shimmering of photons twice removed. Like the light of planets seen at angles high above, bouncing off the placid pane that permeates my

Carried by confidence drawn from within, emboldened by indices hidden in tend. Bolstered by beauty while it permeates, blindly encompassed in said overtake. That which is left will be here 'til the end,

With the winds that whisper 'round the restless quaking aspens, Songs are serenaded to the timid souls who listen. As their tunes are carried through and brought into translation, Only they that know the

As I replace the fearless face with one consumed by worry, I introduce the stresses due in time from task and duty. I strive to find a balance still inherent to my being, but in the rush to win the race

The wise do try, but recognize the logic is in falter. The naive kind may start to cry if failure is offered. The tired minds tend to deny when nothing is improper. An honest eye in tune with time is all

The breezy ease with which I shook, as I find peace in a hammock. I watch inflated clouds progress above my reach, beyond my breadth. Yet in this masterpiece divine, with song of birds to help keep time,

A light, alight, and shining through the dank of dark and gloom of doom Now I shall trample tried and true, until my soul has fallen As I am trapped beneath the earth, eternal, I examine worth Of dust

Brazened by pity, cowering with confidence. If you act tough enough, can you be convincing? Hidden in the eyes are the reality of your insecurity. That thin veil of hair can't shelter the world from your

It never fails to be known, the failure of those below. Capacity not quite bestowed. Determination overthrown. The peace and comfort that I take in my awareness of the stake will always keep the fools

Though geometric shapes abound, the rows seem quite contrived. May any other spot contained be sheltered by the eyes. Yet blindness on it's own accord is no excuse for sight, as in our quest for certainty

A curving photon may not be a big deal in the two slit world, but there is still something to be said about bent reflections. True as it may be that we seek a favorable interpretation of our past, the