I know your secret.
I found the shell that caught the wind
that carried your whisper
across the ocean.
Written Friday, March 23rd, 2012.
Photo taken Sunday, December 18th, 2011.
Soon, we will meet.
520 Bridge, West
we will meet, soon.
our eyes will catch a shared gaze —
the words will fall and stop, as they will;
and the world will feel the same.
the bliss of blissful moments will surf on fluffy and lemony-chiffon waves,
there will be days that end and begin with haunting exhaustion;
alone smiles will feel the same – warm and wide and certain.
our eyes will meet
and meet, and meet.
When we listen. ::: Gallery.
Collection: Behind the Wheel.
Snap in the lens, and take a peek.
Do you see what I see?
The paint has been peeling;
where once was gold
is kitschy opportunity.
if rock bands are willing to reunite,
we have a chance.
Behind the waterfall, as you age.
In the back seat, at night, somewhere on I-5.
As you age,
don’t lose or forget it.
As you age, and jade,
and bleed, scab, scar,
-and fall again.
Don’t lose or forget it.
It will cradle you
when the world shakes
and seems so big.
It will keep you
in your secret cave
behind the waterfall.
(Poem written on Lake Washington Blvd in Madrona, Seattle: 4.16.10)