The Lake

I take my steps beside the lake and stare to where the water stops, and in these moments I adhere to nothing less than broken thoughts. My dreams, my hopes, they fret among the boughs of trees that fell, from whence they leaned a touch to far to see their own reflections. As I drift

Lost in the Breeze

Like mirrored glass, I stand here watching, Looking out, hoping you can’t see in. I hide behind my faith in the future, Waiting for it all to change. But by my side my hands lie still, And I am all to blame. I’ve taken nothing, reached to never, And looked to bare corners for answers.… Continue reading Lost in the Breeze