The sky weighs down like
an old emperor’s robe, full
of heavy burdens.

There is no pillow
that will ever comfort me
more than your embrace.

At a long day’s close,
I lay down my weary head,
and I dream of you.

All I really want
is to be within your arms,
that’s not asking much.

I like my parents,
but I like them even more
when they’re not around.

What is family?
Those who bred us?  Raised us? Or…
those whom we keep close?

Dutiful children
care for their families but
the reverse is true.

My favorite thing
is watching sunlight and shade
roll across the land.

There’s nothing better
than the cool shade of a tree
under a hot sun.

Sweet silver crescent,
you slash the inky darkness
like an ice-cold blade.