I wandered lonely as a cloud-

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils –William Wordsworth (first published 1815)

waltzing with our words

dancing with temptation we are

together our words hint nothing and suggest everything

the mind is a powerful tool indeed-

these repetitious thoughts abuse my very state of being

again, my heartstrings are ripped every which way

a desperate cry for clarity beckons from the depths of my soul

speak simply and truthfully dear soldier

layman’s terms, if you must

do not disappear into the dark, cold, perilous night

together, let us fight death and conquer life

unwritten words do linger

Her hand trembles at the words to slow to come
Scent of spring so sweetly captured among the bloom in range
Inhalation upon exhalation the shameful addiction gains momentum
With little time and little faith, clarity is left to be found
The verse remains unwritten…the music fades…

Discovering comfort in the form of one mans expression
Awaken by his mysterious fervor
Clinging to declarations
Aspiring to rescue from the darkest of sufferings

Unexpectedly into the night departs the dark soldier

Fragile is she grace
Searching for a love that will not fail
Deepest of dreams do sweep her from the soil
Ashes to ashes soon shall she return.

third beauty emergence

News traveled today, reaching me at my home.
In pensive mood, I thought but a dream
Through sinful acts and selfish ways:

a third beauty has emerged.