My eyes alway search
for something new
But is there satisfaction?
Not ever.
Tell me, did the sun wait
for you to rise?
Just like the rivers
failed to fill the ocean,
The wind has never
reached its destination.
The sunset never waits
when someone dies
Nor will the earth
remember you.
Tag: poem
Simple Comfort
A sandwich, grilled cheese-
A bite which makes
dark clouds subdue-
Yellow sun melts through-
She Smiles (in the Breezes)
In early Spring, there blows
a cold breeze still,
And sings, the birds
on leafless trees, their song.
The season’s scent,
in moss only, resides.
So still, the lily-
of-the-valley hides.
But we’re getting
better everyday.
Our legs are getting
stronger as we walk
And hearts are getting
warmer as we talk.
Add sweet vanilla
ice-cream in the sun:
All signs that winter
fades against its will.
SoS: One
An unexpected kiss
from your perfume,
It only stirs a hunger:
Kisses, more!
You have a name with
sillage of all its own
But leave from all
the others who adore
And pour on me the
fragrance of your room.
Coffee Stains
I’m like a bird,
unsettled, fluttering
With the unraveling
of my mind and heart.
I think that crying
might be a good start,
I’m diagnosing
if it’s them or me.
Maybe I’m just thinking
a little too hard.
But thinking hard?
That’s an “M.O.” for me.
To try to right myself
out of the haze,
I’ll try to write myself
out of this maze,
While rolled into a ball,
soul sputtering.
the fragrance writer 