Poetry

“One night a starry dream

Peeked in and asked

How can I help?

Carry me with you I said.

Let me float in your dewy depths

Until I can’t tell apart

You from reality

And I am settled

In my reticent happiness.”

diamonds

I was caught red handed for a crime I didn’t commit.

They are blind.

While I stand by the lake with you

Not a sign, not a smile. As my heart hopes

Cold as my breath. As the wind in my hair. My heart breaks

Into a million little shards

Like the fiery stars strewn across the night sky.

And you know nothing of broken hearts

And they know not it is worthless stones they found,

not diamonds.