to know the top

climb and catch the reaches
steep, the air cold, the path crude;
look to constant stars

pocket protector

you would not know this
a dream i have kept inside
a pocket, to hold

there it is loose but
the grip is a comfort, a
note, corners crumbling

ink: washed out
lines: ablur
feeling:
bold

firstly: yes

stop me for good reason
whisk me somewhere that takes the b r e a t h

or
let
me
run

laced

far on, they wandered,
farther, and they stood. an edge
and a horizon

fingers-laced, they stood

know you

this life might just be
learning how to pin down my
welled, wandering soul

front/center

on a street full, there
may be one person aware
of
your
fine
beauty

if you happen to
know this could all be a show,
flaunt it, honey do.

pay it forward

there it is, before
you. now here, a knowing.
feel it, let it be

as you explore it
as you gather up and shore
it, see that it beams