poem

Blue, deep, vast – As the ocean stays endless, so do your eyes. Full of wonder, mystery, curiosity, They hold the key to your space that you hide from me. From

My existence comes into focus when I look into her eyes. Everything else fades away, I'm left with the distillate of my life, Impurities, gone (nothing). What's pure, right in

In a tempestuous world, Her mind is blissfully still. She accepts what comes. A scattering of seed. Dried worms, her favorite! A mouthful of dirt? Her worries don't linger. A

The goblin who lives Below scurries through his damp, mossy corridors... Splashing over the Collecting Stream, Prancing through the Maze of Echoes, Finally entering the Cavern of Broken Promises. The

Otherworldly, yet seems at home on your easy chair. But sometimes you'll find her honing her claws, On the bark of an ancient grove, On a distant moon. She travels

Standing there, I saw her. Face soft, eyes bright and wide... Like mine. A doll-faced woman for this doll-faced man. A pair fashioned from smooth plastic, Both created to serve.

"What a glorious place," says he, Bounding through the field. Not a cloud in the sky, Not a care in his heart. And deeper he goes, Without fear of reproach.

It reminds you of something. Through the mists of time, You see it in your mind's eye. Not clearly defined, But solid nonetheless. You can feel its weight, Then feel

A stone path winding through a garden, The garden abandoned and overgrown with creeping, winding green plants, harsh and rough, but thriving nonetheless. The occasional punctuation of color: Wildflower. The

Water cascading down hundreds of meters of smooth rock; Out of place in a barren landscape of fine red dirt. To the glance, devoid of life; On closer inspection, teeming

A lonely prairie, A house in the middle. Dogs, the laughter of children traveling outward, Meeting no obstacles, Eventually fading into nothing. A creaky wooden door takes you inside. Steam