There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did

Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting

All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life

I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face

It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well

My heart was paper
 now folded six times over
 to make it harder
 to tear
 I only hope that


I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response