Mist

Every morning, I woke up and hoped, That the mist would clear, From life and reveal, Mountain, full of mighty…

Proposal

I’m sitting in front of you, My eyes are caked with crystals, Of sugar, You poured from your lips, You…

Not a poet

Don’t you call me a poet, Not yet, Call me one when my words, Stir up your soul, And lift…

Start

You and I, We both have history, Written in ink of time, Protected from our present, We can pretend, To…