You wake up one day With those heavy bags under your eyes The sun has already been up for a long time It's noon.   You're walking alone at night Guided by the North Star in your eye It's been twilight for a long time And he's your moon.   You tell him moon is … Continue reading Red


The calm of the midnight street enthralls you As the orange light of the streetlight Washes over the street in front of the window And you look back at the new friend you have made.   Slowly, the love letters creep back Their place, rightfully, into the bookshelves And the photographs, a trope Of your … Continue reading Orange.