Homes

time is water
taped on an unbending light
these pages stand
high eyed frogs
nights hemmed on verdana

a sense

I’ve opined so to watch the sun recede
and stayed as stars emerged and glint to greet.

Five Elements

Your words I observe
        Moving in line
Scorpions on fire
        On my rocky wall

Your words
        I dare to touch
Your words
        I dare to hold

Sense of Truth

Glad, truth whispers
If it were loud
One would not attempt to hear

Making Sense of Senses

I am not
what you see
but to be seen
by eyes of thought