There’s a meadowlark in the marigolds
Its speckled feathers caress the petals
Tinged in the yellow fabric of sunlight
Doused in the burning orange of its heat

Where her heart had cracked, she believed it broke. Swept away by the breezes that ruffled the wood She’d trekked through in her own front yard Her hands would slide along scarred bark Where the splinters pierced her flesh  When all she’d touched was palm   When she felt the pain, it didn’t stop her…

The door is open. The wind howls, aching with every breath that knocks the wood against the wall. The thuds of every exhalation resound throughout the empty house. The sky rumbles, with flattened clouds that blur and drift like phantoms with no purpose. And as the rain begins to fall, there is no distinction between…

Along the frame With heart alight I hope you too Can see the night The wisps of cloud  Like orchid smoke The little suns  That dance with hope Silhouettes of trees  Like strokes of ink On that navy dusk From sunset’s pink The touch of chill That warms you most The sound of chirps To…

I You remember  Don’t you?   How you wanted love Because life was never fair Always lonely  Always searching for a way out Death Ink  Love  And then you found him Or  He found you And you liked the feeling  Of someone  Who wouldn’t let go Because no one’s ever Held on like you II…

Cover me Where he cannot see Under the chunni Hiding  White and sheer With lashes down   A curl of hair  Tucked in ebony With jewels glimmering Gold gleaming Eyes marveling Weight they cannot feel   I am not stained red  Yet But his fingers Won’t find mine anymore And the bangles break  Before they’re…

I too have loved the stars– Strewn across that velvet black Where cool shades mix like marbled art Where hearts get lost and don’t come back   I’ve run through forests almost blind Through leaves of stippled dew– Over gnarled roots and twisted pine To join the wolves in search of you   Those beasts…

Don’t Drink It.   Don’t careen on the path Towards toxic affection Where affliction Rolls as waves in a river   Where the natural stream Is where the heart’s thrum flows Where the idleness of touch Bows to blushed strokes   Where the amber hue Is a glint upon ripples Where the channel’s tides Drag…

I want someone who knows not of heartache’s toll A specimen bred from unspoiled radiance Of whom cannot give credence to the shadows That bore shelter to a creature like me   I want someone produced from innocence A fine soul crafted from the purest sand And from that silk-like substance Exists inexplicably to the…

Find me in the golden summertime With leaves no longer brass Follow me down along the green Where the flowers bloom in mass   Take your palm with flesh like silk And hold your hand in mine With irises like the bark of oak You’ll transcend the ache of time   I wait for you…