Falling

I swore I could see the moon, Majestic and beautiful, Reflected in your hazel eyes At that moment, I wanted nothing more Than to fall into the moon, Drowning in its lunar embrace

Seasons through the Window

Every day, I stare out the window, A new example of natural beauty Playing before my eyes

The Portrait

The picture rests atop a pristine ivory canvas, Strokes of ebony ink rippling across its surface, Shallow raven black streams that weave together An ornate portrait of a not so distant past Within its little hidden details, the story Of a once happy family slowly unravels