The Wave

Pensiveness drowns the evening
In a shimmered sea of reflection
Don’t fall in.
Stay afloat-
and basque
In the light of the
Hallowed moon.
Never soon these yearnings
Quenched
Frost bitten senses
Give way – true self
Merge in union.
Consumed in desire
Flash fires of trepidation
Serve only as markers of faith
Free will Leaves us-
Free to decide…
Who of Man
Truly knows the heart of G-D.
‘Tis you?
‘Tis’ me?
Sages, Prophets, Sinners…
Kings?
Downtrodden or Blessed?
I breath in the pensive evening.
And know
I am alive

Crestfallen Rain

Casting shadows
These love-soaked eyes
Ramble on pages
Unscathed by furious hearts
Amidst tumultuous tides
Tied threads
Golden sinew
Non terrestrial truths
Tooth, nail
We fought
Passionately-
Emotional diaspora
Untraveled terrain
Seeking solace
Quiet truths
Whispered
Through
Hard
Bony
Enamel coated
Structures-
Far
The day is long
To rise
Anew.