In a Year

the waters glistened
with timely fervor

Silence Paradox

the silence between two
an enduring reservoir,
rich proof
of reaping truths

Eyes That Knit

Your voice soon begins to crescendo
I fall too,
into a deep
but sacred sleep.

Whisking Dawn

lilacs bloom in the middle of August their timing washes us with sinews of mountains we seek, it is in this time that gardens, too whisk dawn from the dust we sweep.

Cascade, A Poem

I was equivocating in days prior following the holy martyrs who had wept in times before me

Unearthing Self

the mission of unearthing self brought a sensible irony within