alive

his name rests upon my lips

those eyes impress with memory's wake -

colors my cheeks and lets me in

but will he breathe my name? 

Torn

Torn from poetry’s bend

His words fell silent and dropped my hand

Tonight he took his cap and left the stage --

Today I run through barren fields and into the maze.

good

the day's inviting the overcast
northern winds erase the fear I felt
good november, nothing's after me -

i saw your ocean eyes;
i heard you calling over the fields -
is your heart in with mine?