for you

it is strange to find your friend in the same predicament as yours, seeing her or him make the same errors of judgement as you. its a bit like becoming an image in a mirror where the person standing outside is not you but your freind. You shout, you shake your head but you are not heard for the image in the mirror is merely a reflection. You don't want your freind, your loved one, your brother, your sister, your parent hurt and yet there is precious little that you can do, except make a silent promise to yourself, to try and hold them to the best of your ability.

Ease their trouble with a kind word, a joke, a cup of coffee perhaps or maybe cook them something warm and slow and tell them its ok, its not the end of the world.

always true

do you remember the uncounted little notes i wrote? look for them in places you have forgotten. tear-stained, crumpled or neatly folded with multiple folds, each crease a nervous tension. the billowing mist from the mountains redirect my thoughts to you but never mind these askew dispatches...it is just the sun showers and you.

loopy

i like you

in the rain

the moon

in a haze

streetlight

trims with silver

blades of grass

at my feet

their wetness

sprays my ankles

i need you

to wet my mind

lightning pulses

silently

i wait for thunder