6/12/18

From his mind onto the paper, the words moved.

Carefully, with conscious decision each placed in its rightful position.

The paper was folded, and attached to the foot of a pigeon.

It flew, out into the sky.

It flew, through the darkness and through the light.

It landed, its journey halfway done.

For a new letter was attached to its foot, the last one removed.

It was released, and it flew.

It flew, back through the sky.

It flew the way it came.

The man sprang up in great anticipation as the bell rang, notifying him of the pigeon’s arrival.

The man cautiously opened the letter, finally a reply.

The letter, from the one he held dear said:

“Seen”

For her

I see your eyes, and they reach in.

They fill my heart, and I wish I filled yours.

This constant crisis, withstanding the test of time.

The everlasting dream, to hold you under the stars, to reveal your brightness to the universe for none compares.

Your laugh, the sweetest sound that makes me want to cease to exist, for I know no greater thing may be true in this life.

Your nose, your lips, vital pieces to such a face of perfections.

Even in those moments of embarrassment the beauty of your soul shines.

The utter beauty of sincerity, of reality, though these thoughts are a contrast.

I am…

Falling so, so madly in love.

A completely helpless feeling.

No prescribed medication for this, except to simply release this burden, so it may grow into something beautiful.

Or die.

3/12/18

The man’s squat became a stand;

Knees cracked, a wince.

He shakes the dust out of his shoulder;

A pop, a sigh.

Pondering, will the arrow strike true?

Twang, said the bow.

Eyes narrow, a flicker of hope.

A physical conundrum, the arrow turns away.

It flies.

It flies far.

It flies far away.

To the ends of the earth.

The arrow finds a partner for life.

They ride on a horse into the glowing sunset.