I can barely move, sometimes barely see
An early morning light pierces through
Delirious slumber fades
The taste, it keeps me going
The touch of the warm cup
I clutch tightly and let the warmth in
Lesser senses, often taken for granted
Open my eyes
Monthly Archives: February 2009
Spinning through Space
Inside Out
Perspectives
Blank Canvas
It starts as an illusion, a perfection of thought
An ideal for none to know
Unknowable as any hope
You were larger than life, yet existing
Only in my mind
The indelible mark of a souls existence
Is left not by serene hopes
But of the actions and reality
Of what they create
And every creation
Marks the end of the ideal
Beautiful flaws of existence






