let be

let be

whatever must

when I can’t see

i’ll trust

grow my roots

and be

sweeping

bending

gracious tree

BITTERSWEET

bittersweet

is a word made of opposites

i taste them together on my tongue

and have felt them together

in my heart

unlike most opposites

they don't do battle with each other

but mix harmoniously

and beg to complement each other

like sweet rolls and coffee

I Miss the Moon

I miss the moon

when it runs away

I miss the soothing

I miss the moon

when the clouds are thick

I miss the softness

I miss the moon

when I forget to stop and look

I miss the strangeness

I miss the moon

even when it’s here

because the moon is a dream

enchantment is its way.

I miss the moon

except sometimes, I miss a part of me

that is far away

but looking up at the same moon.

The moon patiently

bathes us both in promise

and wraps us in clarity.