Sunrise,

As their world sleeps.

Lights are on, ...

I need to breathe now.

Warning signs appearing,

In red and white. ...

Landing into you.

“Or you,

Pulling me in.” ...

Golden words casting shadows.

Tainted by humanity,

Stained by time, ...

Every year we go to a forest not far from our village to pick wild garlic. In a small out of the way corner, they grow freely. ...

The years wear me down.

Remnants of the past,

Peeling away, ...

There are many forms,

Invented to reach.

One must choose, ...

Fragile, bright and happy.

Who wouldn’t want,

To wake up each day, ...

There are many kinds of nets.

Those used to catch fish.

Invisible ones cast to capture hearts. ...

The king sits on his throne,

Gazing at emptiness,

In deafening stillness, ...

On cold winter days,

I dream of summer’s warmth,

When I can taste, ...

To swim,

There’s no escaping,

Treading on stones, ...

It may appear impossible,

But it’s not.

Life can grow, ...

Life is full of signs.

Yet I only trust and believe,

Those that speak, ...

Sprout happily.

Smile openly,

With different shades of beauty. ...

Many times,

I followed directions,

Without asking, ...

A deserted island,

Embracing an orange sun.

A calm sea, ...

Squeeze me.

Taste the blend.

Feel life. ...

It’s not pretty,

Or poetic.

Meaningless thoughts, ...

Sometimes,

Beauty is closer,

Than we realize. ...