‘fraid to fly

She brings laughter
to my days.
Captured in a cube;
together making fun.

Of each other, and others.

Within a half-sentence I know,
where she will go.
And I laugh already
as she does.

It’s fun at work; because.

I wonder if I wasn’t;
what she would say.


where scented candles
waff upon dreams
when memories
wish for today

without partnered
whims of a day’s
wonder lost among the
wishes of tomorrow

worrying amongst the
wicked world playing
wrought with ‘mares
warring in dreams

while whispers sound
with a greater voice
welling within a tear
wreaking havoc