wildflowers

the wildflowers
are begging to come alive
to open the earth

vantage point

from this vantage point
high above the loneliness
you look so happy

charles bridge

i sat on the bridge
watching lovers pass me by
no one saw me there

your name

your name
uttered quietly
in moments of pain
moves me
so swiftly
through difficult days

sunrise in st. augustine

our star came roaring onto the canvas
sticky citrus orange
streaked across a buttery blue horizon

one message for our past
old dusty decisions being burned away
a mourning incense to start our day

one message for our future
the fire of love, here to stay
sketched in the sky, a brilliant display

and you rest, still
with all this metaphor
screaming through our window
catching your hair with its fire
reminding me of the beauty I’ve found
mine to care for
until the sun sets down her brush

the difference between birds and people

it is time
to turn the birds free
to follow their glances
with our very own march
a celebration of time
in submission to gravity
flying but fallen