drawn by moonlight

  what are sounds to singer   what are words to a poet   when the ears they fall on   hang low   and hug the ground   ignoring the words   listening into somewhere other

----- book #1  ----- my first poetry book i would love to share with you all. these are poems i have put together from old books i found in my teenage room being back home. they were written in blue ink.

  although some things begin from the heart, as this has, it has mutated overtime into a cry from a place that runs deeper. less physical. spiritually yearning; the deepest side in all of us. a side that should not only be protected, but cherished. when something is so precious, there comes apprehension; the dilemma of being seen and than being forgotten. of being so far away from one another that the light falls on blind eyes. to be met with something that no longer feels like mine. to say too little, too much.   but what i forget, and it seems many of us do, hidden behind the cyclical path of renewal is a time where vulnerability must shine. we must reflect the flares of what stands behind us onto an empty canvas. onto new eyes. there is so much good in allowing the expansion of ourselves upon others, only then can we learn from who we share this earth with. i have always lived my life in phases, mutating into a different persona to experience emotions overflowing, at t...