I must confess I don’t know If it’s day Or if it’s night Your eyes Sapphire stars So beautiful upon Sun’s waking light

“In my culture, death is not the end” -T’Challa I comb my hair with stars Constellation strewn Despite the soon sun They linger for me I...

Will you let me be beautiful It’s not permission seeking It’s an observation Will you see me for me Will you let me be beautiful The...

How sweet these months are The precious inbetween The shifting of energy The moving of people Minutes with friends Blessings between The...

I dream of Sundays with you That only June can bring Sun illuminating bliss Late mornings turn Early evenings nocturn The brink of summer...