Thursday, October 1, 2020


your breath
upon my words

you are
safe within
this space


each time

I build walls
around myself

the spring air
knocks them down


I wrestle

with a desire
to disappear

not to start over
to never be found


in my life

a lot of lines
have blurred

like the ones
dividing dreams
and nightmares


it is late
and I am
so very cold

but I cannot look

away from
these stars

*Published in from my window (the cherita book 40)
*The last cherita was designated as a cherita lighthouse (editor’s choice)