Happiness
Within reach,
But advertised at
Too high a price?
Oh, honey,
Don't stress —
It is but money.

Empty goals —
Gold, silver, bronze.
It's often not even
About the finish line.

How I love
To watch you saunter,
Hips a-swaying
Through the house —
My happy grin
And hungry eyes
Always follow you around.

Specks of light
In skies all black —
It's not the dark
That catches our eyes.

Love in all the little things,
The gears moving our everyday.
Love in every look and smile
Sent my way —
You, my love, are happiness.

Waving flags
On neutral ground —
Hot air support,
All bark, no bite.
Cowards have
The loudest mouths.
Yell and hide —
All bark, no bite.

Parting ways
Cruelty-free —
Dickishness
Just ain't me.

No will to soothe,
No norm to meet —
I am hungry,
So I eat.

Dirty secrets,
Not so little,
Folded up
And stuffed away.
A guilt inverting exposition —
It turns out
It wasn't me.

With her stuff
Gone,
It feels
Less empty.

Hot and steamy,
Wet and sweaty,
Muscles screaming,
Groaning, breathing —
Opening
Our world, our windows,
To let the sun back in.

Open hearts, open lives,
Mine is yours,
Yours is mine –
Money, wealth
Means naught to me.
Just share your days
And share my time.

Thoughts overflowing
Find their way,
Through words,
Through tears —
Cope or drown.

Guiding towers’
Eyes wide shut,
Windmill leaves
Shivering.
Palpable anticipation —
Can you feel
That whispered promise?
Spring returns.
Mellow winds
Will soon be here again.

Of summer wool,
Of winter cotton,
Dreams of seasons
Yet to come,
All elements we’ll embrace —
All we need is love.

Take a stroll with me,
I'll show you
All my favorite places
Where my tales were situated,
Give you faces to the names.
Let's take a walk
Down memory lane.

Topsy-turvy,
Roots to branches,
Ever reaching for the light —
Point me any which way.
So long there's life
Left in me,
I'll fight.

Confident through
The cold,
The gray,
The fog,
The rainstorm —
I know where I am,
And where I came from.
Where I’m heading?
I've seen that place
Countless times before.

Rolling changes
Rearranging
All degrees of trivial,
Clogging up existing patterns,
Resolving to the usual.

A universe of shooting stars,
All of them on the rise —
At least, from our vantage point.
Welcome to the age
Of you and I.