where goes the sun

where goes the sun
on such a winters day
where goes the sun
when i still want to play
where goes the sun
so warm and bold
where goes the sun
leaving me dark and cold

here comes the moon
the stars
the night
speckles in the sky
what a delight
off to bed, i dream with the sun
leaving the night to have all the fun

peaches&cream

life.
is like a peach tree

some branches are heavy
bursting with peaches
they hang low
low enough to grab a peach
with little effort
we taste perfection

when the peaches are eaten
we crave more

and so there are the other peaches
high up
we gaze at them with squinted eyes
in the sun, they gleam
so plump and juicy
they seem unattainable
we leap and we grab with no luck

but with more effort
more time
more thought
we somehow reach them
we shake the top branch
and shower in the gems falling from above
holding each one with meaning
then devouring in joy
we taste the sweetness of success

youthful skies

perched upon a sandy gravel roadside
who swivels a truck atop a castle of sand
with shoulders welcoming the sun
the day young as the soul
-BR

my new boyfriend

"The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly." -Henry David Thoreau <3

AMEN