Poetry
The only good thing I do not seek
Hope is a star from afar
It dares not to burn brighter
or shiver harder
It cannot dim but only fall
and if it falls,
it falls
like a secret so pale
slipping
into the crack of dawn
— “Hope is a star from afar”
You shall recognize me
walking through the crowd
like Moses parting the red sea
— “Chosen”
I hear the palm tree
while my heart stays in winter
cicadas buzz,
taking this summer as the one
and only ever
The ocean cannot read herself
and all those she holds dear to
Dear Lord,
make me shallow—
or at least,
ephemeral.
— “Ephemeral”
Into the cloud
your smile is summer
I’ve had everything
with nothing in return
I’ve lost them all
as I’m ready to offer
— “Roadtrip”