drowning,
between gusts of
summer madness,


&
heretical expectation,

I float
roughly,
'cross an ocean breeze
to
screams of delight which
punch so gracefully through the wind,
harmonizing elegantly,
with the cries of anguish
for what must leave.

and I wait
impatient,
for the wheel
must turn .

misremembered love

ghosts
of summer rain
up,
around, and
over me
like a million fireflies laughing
on a hot dusty breeze.


...sweetness,
captured 'neath linden trees sagging under
the volume of cicadas...


and night slides
through, awakening
dreams...

and old fears too.


and
I smile deeply
into
her eyes
with delight,
finding
infinity
smiling right back:

oh this crazy love
we share:
my beautiful Tanty
and me.

some stolen words on freedom*

faith flies
gentle, free, and loose,

through winds of expectation, hope, and
that which yet seeks to be known.

and,
in
this
fantastic
free
fall
we lose
our grip
upon the stars,
and clouds, 
and dreams,
and ourselves....

to all to which we once held
so tight.


who knew feeling free was so fucking scary?







*A version of these words was previously scribed in a direct message to an incandescent soul that truly knows freedom....but I have, without permission, pilfered those words to share with you because, perhaps you burn just as bright.