Peace never left. It only changed locations. Moving from place to place like a leapfrog. Fleeting beauty the afterimage. As intangible as the twilight blue before night It is difficult to keep it in sight. *** I have faith that you will find peace again. People have always been good with creating tools to help.…

My heart is soft. Pulling apart at the smallest pry. As sensitive as the petals of a flower. Bruising but not breaking. It still has the chance to heal. *** What it is made of is the essence of rose gold. A more natural hue than blinding gold. Soft but stronger than what might be…

I hear your call. Offered beauty. No, a rose on a tombstone. You feared that you might dry alone and return to the earth. But your value is more important to me. You are not fated to rot in the rain. *** You offered me a garden. Let me make you mine. A keepsake pressed…

She is there in the calm. I wish you could meet her. A location that never stays in one place for very long. Somewhere separate from excitement and misery. Often locked away in a dream. But if you look carefully and asked politely, might be borrowed for a time. *** She is so beautiful. Uniquely…

I worry that it might be too much. My plate too small to receive all. I get more and more even when I feel a limit was reached. Pushing on even with all the weight. I feel like the plate might break. Sometimes I wish it would. *** I would rather eat it off the…

Please do not say what I think you will. Let my assumption of the worst be incorrect. Fears left un reinforced to collapse like a house of cards. My idea of a better future left intact. Destructive patterns abandoned to the past. Please protect my heart in the way only you can. *** Please do…

The command comes down. I feel it in my bones like ice on my teeth. Nobody needs to tell me what it means. My body responds before my brain comprehends. That word is ingrained in my DNA. The very reason why I continue to breathe. *** I fallback like a sunset. Close to the dark…

The world looks so different from above. Trust me, I have seen it. Everything shrinks and the problems along with it. Freed for the moment until I return to the ground. The best solution for escape. The ability to go where others cannot. *** It is a shame that I rarely see that view while…

You would not believe the amount of color in the sky. Every pigment an artist might want streaked across the clouds in wonton abandon. Every texture imaginable speckled over the ceiling of the world. God must be an artist for what I see is the mural in a cathedral. Devoid of sorrow and pain with…