Wayside Love

I have walked in small shoes for days. Back and forth. Sometimes pebbles wear down my socks. Sunny ditches free of frost border roads. I walk alongside them.

Deeper into days that roll over, brush against my blue legs, wanting to be scratched. I bend down to pick up the shiniest stones and store them in my pockets. I tuck beachy sand with broken shells around my beds.

I walk every day. To my room, to the city, to the beach. With my head in gray clouds I search for glimpses of light with shaded eyes. Seagulls watch me from white poles. They scream. Scream. Screaming to be fed by the sea gushing under bridges. I walk on bridges.

Bridges over boats. I look into eyes of stone floating on surf. Smile. Smile to the sea. Smile to me. Before we blow away. Fall into yellow ditches. Fall into wayside Love.

Your soul’s shadow

When you find what cast

your soul’s shadow

you will learn the truth

of who you really are.

You can’t destroy anything

You can’t destroy anything

by beating it

with your heart.

Imprisoned Time

Imprisoned Time

is the stuff

of nightmares

it will grow

vulture’s wings

to stay wild.

Falling in Love

Falling in love is like

losing yourself

in someone else’s

heart,

only to find

a different version

of yourself

there,

beautified beyond

recognition.

Poetry

Poetry is

the soul’s

theology.

I choose to love

I choose

to be

open,

to be

willing

to look for

ways

to love

you.

I choose

to forgive,

to understand,

to be generous of

your weaknesses.

I choose

to love

the way

you were,

the way

you are,

the way

you choose

to be

tomorrow.

Time

None of us

knows

how much

life

we have

to live.

Being

a picky

consumer

of time

is

essential.

Heal

it wasn’t

your fault.

But

the responsibility

to heal

still falls

on you.

Fireproof

Going through

hell,

you learn

that it’s your

tears

that make you

fireproof.