1.26.11 – 2.02

because of you
i believe in shooting stars
and the power of a single wish
and the simplicity
in believing
that it will all come true


1.25.11 – 00.09

secrets swim in the delicate pools
of fleeting midsummer afternoons
and dissolve like wings of moths
into night grasses’ songs
and cheerful crickets’ chirping


1.24.11 – 13.24

the invisibility of truths
that lay hidden in the tresses
of a woman’s skirt

is more delicate
than the perfect grace
of a dewdrop

trickled from the face of a single leaf
and lands, poised
from the crumpled beam of a broken twig