Little Hours

The sun has not risen the moon glow out the back stars shimmer behind clouded eyes The small lights framed at the window twinkle and shine just enough to enter into this new day the hours before me not yet long.

How unrealistic I am when left to my own devices

I believe I can change spirits and lighten wills so that all the world becomes light with the being that I simply by putting myself out there out there is that something we can say anymore out there nonetheless that what is needed in here will arrive simply I say it...

More difficult

It is much more difficult than I thought to commit to seeing with new eyes. The rain still falls and the thermometer drops and the cities I live tend to be lesser known for sunshine. I committed a commitment is a commitment little by little little by little I peel...

reality

You should stay and face reality A dream you just remember Light speaking through leaves so much to see even the dirt keeps on breathing a small breath as I rise and brush it away from my stockings shake it from my hair the somethingness of divinity is everywhere yet...