The Deer

It might be sleeping,
That deer lying on the road.
It’s most likely not.

Into This Mind

If you never walk
You’ll never find
What is lurking far behind,
Hiding in the doors between
Hiding deep within this scene
Waiting to be understood
Waiting to be kept for good
So take a walk around this mind,
Never knowing what you’ll find.

Alone

As I said to a dying star,
“From you, heaven is not too far”
To me she then replied,
“It is for grief that I have died,
What I wish for more than air,
Is for someone to take me there,
In heaven I do not wish to be,
But in love to love him,
And he to love me.”

One of my personal favorites, this one is about a rich old lady who, even after acquiring so much wealth and property, still has one regret before she dies: that she never found true love. In this context, think of heaven as earthly fame and fortune, what many people these days consider to be “heaven on earth”.

1 Corinthians 13:2 NASB
2 If I… know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

Dusk

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Into beauty this day was born
And through beauty it shall pass into death
The soft, rose-clouds comfort dusk in its last breath
Reluctant to let go though knowing it must,
Dusk struggles to shed one last light, like fading dust
And as dust fades into wind,
So this dusk shall fade into night
Then be re-born into dawns first light
Then that light once again becoming dusk,
Shall pass into beauty,
And fade like the dust

This one, another of my personal favorites, represents what I would like to do with my writing. That is, make something beautiful. I know all my poems aren’t pretty like this one, some of them can be sort of dark, but ultimately, I want to only make beautiful things and by extension make this world a little more so.