Crouched behind hallways paved in stone.
Guards hold vigil at every gate that leads to your door.
Beautiful Woman
The Break of Sun
In some other cosmic shooting of our words and tangible meshing of our tongues.
Tell Me To Wait
From the moment I looked in his direction, I knew he was the sun.
River’s Edge
I thought I was listening
or maybe the angels didn’t speak loud enough
or my ridges were
far too rough.
Redemption Rising
I’m home beneath the woven galaxies
that circle my spirit and speak
my name.
What Meant the Most
In all that’s been torn down
and dissolved to ash…
What Love Looked Like (#MicroPoetry)
#MicroPoetry