““Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.”

I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.

When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.

Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.

Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.

I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.

You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.

Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.

In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.

If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.

I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.

Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.

The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.

You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.

We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.

Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.

Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.

If I can have what I want then I’d have the stars the moon, the skies and a love where it shines through your eyes.

A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet.

In my heart where I’ve built a wall, you grew loving vines in my days of doubts and gray clouds, you said; “in my eyes, darling you shine” Maybe you loved me then but I know, I loved you too late.

And in between a guilty laughter that pretended to move on, her eyes shed tears of reality and broke all her delusions.

I couldn’t beat people with my strength; I don’t have a hard shot; I’m not the quickest skater in the league. My eyes and my mind have to do most of the work.

The eye you see the world, this is the way you will see all around the world.

Smiling with sad eyes I’ve seen what you’ve been hiding.

I lost myself in her eyes then found my future in her heart.