The allure of night
is in forbidden kisses
and secret lovers.

We always speak of
those on the left and the right –
where are the balanced?

Uncertain futures
shake the timid present and
bring calamity.

The winds of change blow,
full with heavy fragrances:
spring and grace and hope.

The cup warms my hands
and the liquid my heart while
friendship warms my soul.

Insecurities
worm their way inside of me:
chattering madness.

When the spear of God
pierces the heavens above,
all the world is still.

With just a few words,
your whole world can come crashing
down on top of you.

Your name on my lips
is sweeter than honey but
doesn’t last as long.

Voices speak to me
whispering, shouting, taunting…
There is no release.