The funeral strikes the hour,As I waltz pastThe raining petalsThat do not,RepeatingDo notBurn, nor tearApart, at their solaced […]
Grief
Breaking between syllables, this painter is lost in his wreckage. A void for discovery’s sake, to see a […]
Grief is never so much a thing to conquer, in as much it is merely felt, like a […]
Just a wellTo dump the contentsOf her eyes.Deep blue as Neptune’s children,AwakenedAs puling infants,Close to no mother,Close to […]
Stilled,Without a sign to the breathThat would raise youTo feel the morning’s showerAgainst your cheeks,To receive the gleamThat […]
You turnThe blue from the storm,Leaving me to grapple the wavesBy my hands,Upon this desolate landWhere the ripples […]
“How much grief is in the world, that one wishes for the return of life, rather than the […]
I Can he wait? Can he satiate a thirst that continues to mark his lips with the dryness […]
“It is out of love that we weep not solely for misery, not solely for joy. These are […]
Love walks. She walks. Or, she had walked, and now she lays. Upon a back with eyes to […]
It is initial, that one will be in the stage of denial, while anger will accompany it, soon […]
Her appearance had been, as it still is, a force of endearment over Anton’s visage, washing his face […]
