Searching for Shorelines

Teardrops touch the ground

Seeding April’s lyrics without a melody

Incomplete, standing alone

Threads break upon first touch

I swim in the mist of your scent

Searching for shorelines to break my path


Yesterday’s Release

Come see for yourself

Where casted shadows on blank walls

Find themselves amidst rusted silhouettes

Tiptoeing along fields of painted brushstrokes

Jumping from void to void, footprints overlapping what was

Redefining yesterday’s recollection

Erasing familiar feelings stirred by patinaed voices

Understanding that moments can exist after currents find outlets that flow to open seas


Birch trees in December

Shedding what we cannot see, parting ways

The past standing in the moment, feelings linger

Fallen leaves and bare branches feel differently against my skin

One healing the other, vice versa, back and forth

Embracing impermanence, letting go

Changing the Verse

Shadows toss tapestries against blank walls

Past’s outlines move with the arc of the sun

Voiceless motions counter deafening emotions 

Carving story lines that remain unchanged


Rewind, replay, retreat

The needle jumps back across a scratched record, my life

The chorus sung over and over again 

Until the right moment to change the verse