Friday, January 29, 2010

b r o k e n

b r o k e n



o p e n


to jump

~~~~~~~~~into the ocean~~~~~~~



for me ?

like a song bird awaits its melody
and a butterfly, its wings

like a harp misses gentle fingers
and leaves to fall,
a breeze

like a morning awaits for eyes to open
and night,
to hear us breathe

I too sit in silent wonder....

will a love come for me?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

to the almosts,

pine brush

brushing my hair softly,
with pine needles in my hand,

it was ME
that fell in love with me

that sunny afternoon.

your hand stayed still.

dear Martin Luther King Jr,


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