Ever There

Ceilings suspended above, upward is my gaze

Searching for your breath, to know you are with me, are you ever there?

Only an empty space where your voice should exist, why can’t I ever hear you?

And I wonder if you are waiting and watching, hoping for me to speak first


Sketches across blank walls, finding who I want to be

Horizons parting Earth from heaven, searching for a way of life to lead

Paths of life, indirect roads, destinations unforeseen

Unable to erase what’s drawn before, continue forward in search of me


Marooned melodies, isolated from truth’s ear

A leap of faith in search of a ledge, wanting the urge to fly

Side doors doubling as escape routes, slipping away unnoticed, dare I go

Followed unseen with each footstep, I hear them close behind

Let Me

Scribbled thoughts without an end

Searching for a release that eases the pain of inner voices

Written words never said

But know that exist all too well

And I drift

Drift between yesterdays and moments not yet sung

Unsteady plateaus that tilt with each step

I grab hold for fear of falling back

Only to fall forward, at the mercy of my own gravitational pull

And I ask

Where do I land?

Steady ground beneath my feet

Or is this constant falling where I’m suppose lie

Wrapped in a blend of comfort and unease

Knowing the only certainty is my own uncertainty

There has to be more

Let me heal

Let me heal and mend broken words and my uneven sighs

Let me heal

I have to try


Memories watercolored across blue skies, savored views that grow fonder with age

Fragrance’s fingertips fall softly upon rose petals, a concerto that moves with the breeze

Silhouettes dance undetected in the shadows, private celebrations not for public view

Joys of living condensed inside myself, life inhaled then exhaled into the wind

Knee Deep

The faint sound of your voice lures me

Alone, I find myself wading through faceless currents, knee deep

My gaze searching for a ripple of hope, wanting to find you here, waiting

Only to realize that you are still gone, the sound of your memories not ready to release me

Clinging deep inside, forever whispering my name

My Father’s Voice

Lead me through the maze of tangents, avoiding aftermaths disguised as sunsets

Where balcony views shine truths about empty chimes

And lessons are found through sunlight piercing through broken doors

Collections of anonymous indifference remains at the side of the road

My father’s voice linger in the wind, beckoning

The smell of fields graze my soul, reminding me I’m not far from home