hope spring green spring hope
warning songs heard as welcome
sunshine shapes desire
mother’s day
I try to build every day
I try not to be riled every day
I try to go wild every day
I remember you every day
look north
look north
more snow on the hills
sun glints on out-tide sand
emotions need no metaphor
you live to the south
you live to the south
waking in winter you see the sun before me
evenings I climb the highest hill
to hold it in my eyes a little longer
until suddenly like hope it slides away
my dreams are habit forming
my dreams are habit forming
glossing the darkest days mistakes
until
with patience
the apricot morning breaks
the storm has passed
the storm has passed
but
the birds remain silent
they are waiting too
only when you whispered
only when you whispered me the words
the words you whispered me
only when you whispered me
the strength in silence
following
following my own path
my decisions my choices
finally I found you
volcano
Efeles has been silent for eight hundred years. I have not spoken since you told me what you felt. I know how the volcano feels.
words written with feather point
sharp lines soft emotion
words written with feather point
blurring into clouds
simonsalento 