twenty eleven --
three hundred sixty five days
of brand new hope

you and me
like snowflake on fingertip
twice unique

at a church courtyard --
wild vines on iron fences
reach for the heavens

a confused start
missed my morning star
long day ahead

rosary in hand
and hail mary's on her lips
she seemed tired of life

a whisper of wind
how ever so subtle
blew out the flame

a fatal crash --
she was running away
from herself

girl mesmerized by
sixty year old ballerina
in the music box

sharpening up with
milk with knives in it
at the korova

under a light rain
he whispers a short prayer
over his wife's grave

vivid reds and blues
scattered in controlled chaos --
portrait of his soul

it's cats and dogs now
pouring, splashing, flowing
i so love the rain

at the library --
leafing through page after page
searching for answers

cool, gentle breeze
mistaken for a ghost
makes the chimes sing

bedlam in bed
trapped in hypnagogia
rest unassured

red ants disturb
her melancholy musings
on the grassy fields

quiet as a whisper
she appeared out of nowhere --
damn cat gave me a start!

haunting the wheatfields
crows and a threatening sky --
a van gogh dream

morning sunshine
through wide open windows --
wake up, sleepy head

a determined cat
and a sneaky little mouse --
the chess game begins

pretty little stones
skipping across the lake --
all sink in the end

evanescent
like footprints in the sand
vita brevis

over the bridge
and through the intersection --
i'll be there shortly

past the red light
then metal against metal --
don't wait for me

"I'm fine," she said
but behind her closed doors
tears fall like rain

origami soul --
with folded sheets of paper
she tells her story

she tried to lose herself
swimming in paper dolls' tears
in a world all her own

i do the sins
so that everyone else
may keep their hands clean

power of beauty --
mesmerized by the girl
photographing trains

beneath all the glitz
and her pretty spanish eyes --
pain shrouded by a smile

heart breaks listening
to silent screams deep within
a turbulent mind

and the heavens cried
for the weary wanderer --
rain to quench the thirst

his beloved gone
he sinks to the bottom of
the ocean of tears

he stood there proudly
captain of a paper boat
floating away...

a book of gold
on an old dusty bookshelf --
sadly, still unread

almost but not quite--
reaching for our dreamed-of place
but woke up instead

with a paper crane
Sadako be remembered;
peace to one and all

sadness in her voice
i reached for her but could not
shared pain, worlds apart

girl with the sad eyes
a blank gaze then looked away
say goodnight, my heart

the whole world shatters --
scribbled on a piece of paper
a single word: goodbye

silence, deafening
blank stare pierce like a dagger --
my sin, i know not

you walk by sunlight
while i sweat under the moon --
i am missing you

chaos of the mind
confusion and illusion
help me understand

it all seems unreal
hep-hep-hooray boo-hoo-hoo
bipolar unrest

vibrant yet sad
like Vincent's sunflowers --
her tragic life

the blooming red rose
dare i call it beautiful
when seen through pain's tears?

darkness within me
deeply buried long ago--
now stirs, awakens

drifting in and out
no rest in sleep anymore
real and nightmare meld

in our special shade
where forever i waited --
there i met never