If I had a voice like clover,

dancin’ in the wind,

I’d sing of love & wonder—

sweetness, youth, & awe.

Would you return the favor?

& sing along with me?

Or would you walk to forest springs

& splash among the trees?

We were oh so close once,

sharin’ all our dreams.

Now we’re old & brittle—

frail & weak & spent.

Dancin’ days are over.

Our winds have settled down.

Love & wonder still remain,

but youth has stepped away.

Copyright 2021

Melting atoms of solid c r y s t a l s

to the phase of dripping silvery white,

blushing with fame of kindled ignition

with every second of flowing time;

yet casting itself once again, regardless

of its a m o r p h o u s countor

to aid your soul with its flickering light.

I used to long to be grown.

I used to want to wander into the world alone.

But, I finally found the great unknown

The day I turned twelve.

I used to be shy, but then again,

I used to be mean just to fit in.

But, I finally appreciated the skin I was in

The day I turned twelve.

The year, the moment, the day I turned twelve,

My connection with God grew deeply heartfelt.

I longed more than ever to just be myself.

I lunged to go for it instead of regret.

I knew in my soul I would ever be young.

No longer longing to do something wrong.

Enjoying each note of my life like a song.

The day I turned twelve.

Twenty words on paper;

some days, 22.

Verbs & nouns,

smiles & frowns—

like pandas in a zoo.

Happy words.

Sad ones, too—

howls & vowels

swords & trowels.

Reds & greens & blues.

Synonyms.

Antonyms.

Links & rhymes & forms.

Hypernyms. Hyponyms.

outliers, lies & norms.

Twenty words on paper;

some days, 22.

Verbs & nouns—

socks & crowns—

all for me & you.