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”