“In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.”

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

Let me shed like the trees of fall, let me tick like the seasons clock, let me be like a content moon sometimes full sometimes cropped.

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I’m the kind of boy that can fall in love with any girl because I love with the heart, not the eyes.

Don’t look where you fall, but where you slipped.

But baby haven’t you ever had a dream so big you couldn’t fall asleep.

All trees were once branches with fallen leaves.

Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.