Here
You sit humble and pensive
Thinking many things
and I
feel privileged to catch you
at such repose—
an urge to grab
your soul if I could
and embrace you
here
before this moment passes
***
Diamonds
Pain becomes whiteness as I pass
from a time of coal into diamond-like awareness,
scratching and scratching windows
of my refracting soul that if
rainbows could arise from my eyes,
I would promise you much happiness.
***
Post-Mortem
Yesterday the day was dark and horrific.
Today there are only
dandelions swaying in a breeze
of daylight,
and I remain small and
private in my grief
like an acorn
knocked about gently
in the wind