emotion

If there were ever a poem
seeping with emotional impact
this I wish were the one.
I would let you know
what loss I feel.
I would tell you that
if whishing could change
sitautions then we would be together.
Oh if only this poem could be filled
even overflowing
maybe you would understand.
Truth has its price
love can be pain.
Loneliness over agian.

Orange

Driving west
facing the fading orange.
this thing we call the sun
where did it come from?
random molecules
happenstance colliding?
or is there someone else?

Looking up

passing underneath the clouds,
watching the soft cotton ball like surface
growing and fading. for a moment
I lose myself in deepest of thought
I soar among the sparkling vapors,
soaking my skin with exhilaration.
But, just like every other thing
this also does not last.
From light to dark, exhilaration to mortification
Soft gentle cotton turns to angry frothing sea.
Like the cover above also the mind within turns,
joy brings pain, excitment-sorrow. I am left with memories of what has died and Risen Again.