When I look to the horizon, I never see it as the end of my world. More the beginning. Where a new adventure is waiting to be discovered.

The Staircase

When it comes to finding true love, some people just get lucky. The elevator doors magically open and they get an easy ride to the top. The rest of us have to take the fucking staircase. One miserable step at a time.

Our Little Garden

Like a wild rose—

her petals free,

to greet the sun

inside of me.

For what is true

is mine to give,

in this place

we call love—

our little garden

of happiness.

Heaven

A feather-soft touch,

the lips of an angel

descending on mine—

heaven in a kiss.

Love’s Light

Only love—

can burn this bright,

the brilliance

of its light,

like a million

moonlit nights,

in your eyes

it shines—

tonight.

Thank You

Stain on My Heart

My angry words spilt—like red wine tipped from a glass by my own hand. I only have myself to blame for this stain on my heart.

Black Umbrellas

So many beautiful

speeches made,

the life you lived—

revered with tears.

Silent sentences—

spoken in the rain.

Such a shame,

our best words

come last.

Always said—

when it’s too late.

Kaleidoscope

Dropping acid

in the bathtub.

Laughing at dragons

swinging from

the chandelier.

Incense burning—

our names written

in curling smoke

and sandalwood.

Purple stars

running from

rainbow taps.

Kissing lips—

that sing

of summer.

The sweet taste

of marmalade—

cantaloupes,

and cotton candy.

To Live a Lie

How beautiful—

to live a lie.

To imagine—

you and me

together.

To catch a glimpse

of a shooting star.

Piercing the darkness

of my loneliness.

Tomorrow Never Knows

We loved each other so much that it was unthinkable we would ever tear ourselves apart.

But somehow we did. Neither one of us able to pinpoint exactly why or how the impossible happened. And when we searched our hearts for answers, we only found more questions.

The only logical solution we could both agree on, was to go our separate ways.

As the months passed, it became clear that any thought of remaining even friends was never going to happen. The “how are you?” phone calls stopped, the random texts fizzled out, and all contact was eventually lost.

And then out of the blue, one warm July morning, our paths crossed again. You stepped out of a cab just as I was buying a hotdog from a street vendor. Our eyes met, and the smiles quickly followed. We gave each other a hug and you suggested I ditch the hotdog and we go grab a coffee instead.

While I sat across the table watching you sip your cappuccino, I realized something was different about you. The way that you looked at me. How the very words you spoke took on that old familiar tone I thought had vanished forever.