Bookworm

Lives change; words do not.
No matter the time.

Pryzm

There are times
where I consciously
avoid a book store.

You aren’t with me.
I have no books published,
so there is no reason
to look for me.

Yet – no matter where I am,
you are with me.
I think of you with me,
spending a day.

Worming around
a book store.
Sharing this and that.
The things that hearts do.

I miss you so much M&M.

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mechanical

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

Lazy Sprinkles

Tuesday’s boredom
laced in thoughts of a time
three days hence; wrapped
in freedom.

Enamored in nature’s
collection of Spring
gently laid about; among
petals of tomorrow.

Emerald canopies
brighten colors of
fleeting memories: and
those sounds about.

When today’s wonder
reigns upon a sorrow
long felt; where sunsets
brighten ‘gainst storms.

Tears gather along
lashes of yesterday
gently falling: washing
thoughts ‘n search of.