poems

"A Prayer for a Star"

May I run with my head high and my eyes on the horizon.
May I wake tomorrow and find just enough strength to take one more step.
May I reach forever towards my impossible, unreachable, destined star.

"You can change."

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s ix seven,eight, nine
You can change.
Earsburstblood drips on flGloves Canvas, stars glitter
Legs shaking fists heavy
You can change.
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You can change.
A breath.
A step. A reach.

I can change.

Stars glitter.

"Harbor"

I built a lonesome little ship.
A teeny-tiny tired thing that I sent out to sea.
I watched and waited for it to sink.
But it sailed back to me.

I had nothing to fill its hold.
No charters, no decrees.
No trust - just dust. Just sighs. Just tears. Yearning.
My ship brought back nothing from its journey.

But it still sailed back. For me.

"A song of 𝄐"

Mist electric cracks through peaks below
Splitting rock and grass and zipping past
The whirling fog's tempo

Velvet sleeves snap in time to rest
Marking a ruffled, rumpled stop.
To the metronome of wood-on-stone ascent

A blank ballet — in six-eight — of breath, of bone, and—
Leitmotifs learned — then lost
da capo al fine.

Breeze andante.
Winding down,
Cede the wanderer's way.

Yet in the distance, other mountains still stand—
Promising to dance.