i breathe like the end, each day is a drop granted from life, i realize a world i try to explain, but i can never dream of capturing it in its entirety for i know that i am too weak for that discovery and if life were short for me than what i expect, then so be it. weather may change, time shall run away and i shall fade to death, yet i try as i suffer through the lands of fantasy, walking miles across mountains and rivers, to gift you a drop of the dream i see in my heart, in the form of poems, images, and everything that will inspire you, i believe that this is the only thing i am here for. love to all.

24 February

i can hear the waves.

i can hear the waves
i can hear their sounds
though from far
they seem to me
so close
so intimate
so pure
and inspiring
i can hear the waves
clear in the night
than the day
i can talk and get answers
from the waves
i know
i can
i would not really lie
i can hear them say
beautiful things to me
and there’s nothing to hide
about this adventure
that traps me in
its subtle labyrinths
i can hear the waves
like musical rhymes
i can hear them sing to my soul
i can hear their sounds
though from far
they seem to me
so close
so intimate
so pure
and inspiring…