…the flowers that find you.


Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.

midsummer night dreaming

i sit and sip the sunshine away
till the sky turns a vermillion shy
no longer part of my own tale.
my dreams, shadows of yesterdays
part of the nights, the days shall never see
a smile in pixels for eternity…