I had not known That moment Would last a lifetime But I give thanks For in your eyes All was known This beginning Without an
Ceiling Fans & Pull Chains
Sprawled out on a dirty floor I stare up at the ceiling fan Feel the forced air The gentle hum of the motor Perfectly balanced
Spark to Flame
One spark, of many To catch the kindling Barely smoldering I hold it In the palm of My hand Do I remember How to do
The Morning Breaks
The clock rolls on, it’s 3 a.m. Wondering What am I doing here Through flickering light And another cigarette Alone, again I search for words
This is Mine, Always
Beyond This moment Or another Until gone The reasons No longer Matter This just Is Forgiving Is to Not forget What you Have given Me
The Smell of Cedar
As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with
