Twitch

twitch not this silence, my owl
I hear the waves in your eyes
rock not this dark, my owl
I see time gallop down your gaze

Shall I Speak?

.

Shall I Speak of all I Seek?

Or Hint of that which Remains so Bleak?

Shall I unravel this Heart with Words,

Revealing the Unseen to Show the Unheard?

The Fool I Am

does a flower ever wish to ‘become’?
to be beautiful
does the sun ever ‘want’ to shine?
to shed its glow