the day was closing like a tired restaurant ready to shut its doors – in came the sun with its brilliant amber glow, dazzling us after days of rain giving hope that all is not lost 6.10.17

awake, i dream walking around you as i gaze into your eyes opening your heart to see what it may hold, flying above to see where you will go and, if in time, i am beside you 6.9.17

still, the rain persists, day after day, i fill up with the loneliness of others, their incompleteness threatens to overflow. i carry in the mud of indecision on the soles of my shoes, while the wind moans of their anguish which i’m unable to heal. 6.8.17

true to its blade the knife must know when to stab deep or just slice slow 6.7.17

a top that spun does not rest until its spin is all turned out, and in its pause, it tips aside, waiting to be spun again. 6.6.17 [Image Source]