Why must we choose
between two friends,
we both love and trust?

The hurt that is seen,
the pain, that is not,
is hard to understand.

Why those whose love
had been, for years,
now has turned into sand.

May good health and fortune
surround you.
May you never worry
anymore.
May gloom or bad luck
never find you.
May bad tiding never come knocking
at your door.
May you live in a world
of love and giving,
and may you never wonder
why,
certain people keep on living
while others - even children have to die.
May there come a time when all others
will walk with you in peace.
May there always be a bright tomorrow
with no longing for a distant shore.
May you live with happiness forever,
and forever more.

Poets are but a dime a dozen
found throughout our native land,
writing words for those who listen
to the sounds of shifting sand.

Must light have noise
if colors are soft and loud?
Must light be felt
when colors are cool and warm?

If you could feel colors
or hear the noise
made by rainbows
in sunny-rainy skies
or hear a sunset.

Would the dawning of morning
be even more beautiful
and darkest night,
both silent and colder?

If all our emotions
are described by a color,
what would you color love?

Soft are the shadows
under the trees,
splashed with the color
of new fallen leaves,
in Autumn.

A bird nest, perched
in the crotch of a tree,
vacant and empty
where life used to be,
in Summer.

Frosts hoary coat, covers
plants and the ground
while snow, against windows
makes nary a sound,
in Winter.

Soon, the cold bleakness
of Winter, will soon pass
as color and growth
return to the grass,
in Spring.

Tossing hair from out your eyes
with a shaking of your head.
Stretching arms towards the sun,
embracing the warmth of wind
while sighing, harmoniously,
with the brush of branches
against the sky.

Windblown hair covers the eyes
of a young girl,
balanced precariously, atop tubes
of metal, rolling without sound
on rubber doughnuts.

Sunlight's brightness extends a
shadowed twin that keeps pace
with the rider.

My mind wanders
in and out of darkness,
searching.

Blinded am I
for in not seeing,
I become unseen.

Without being,
I am alone,
grasping for that
elusive thought.

Dinking wine from bottles
or with glass in hand
makes me feel ecstatic,
makes me feel so grand,
until morning.

Your warm breath,
moist and scented
with peppermint
and last nights wine,
slips past my ear.

My cheek, pressed
tightly to your breast
feels the muted beat
of your inner life.

I dare not sleep
for if I do
when I awake
I'll not find you,
beside me.

You will be gone
from out my sight
and simply vanished
in darkest night,
while I slept.