Taller than Tall


I’ll be tall like you.
I’ll be everything you’re not.
Give me time to grow.


Dreaming of Ripples


I had a really dream the other day.
It was one of those dreams that make you question yourself come morning.
Things had drifted in such an unexpected way,
And it was all without warning.

I kept to my path,
While he meddled in my wrath.
Drove me mad,
Felt rather sad.
I was the good one in this dream.
I was the silent one on the opposite team.

When I awoke I felt a ripple,
Not a wave.
Woke up in darkness,
Appearing as a cave.

I knew I was awake,
And that it was a dream.
No reason to forsake,
What it is we seemed to gleam.
What that is,
I honestly can’t say.
But a dream is a dream,
That waits for us by the end of the day.

The Season of Rain


I’ve felt the rain hit my back.
The feeling of joy,
To which I did lack.
But that season had ended,
So very long ago.
Much was to be attended,
As I waited for clouds.

The sky is clear,
As it has been for years.
Though, loud are the cheers,
I know that rain is overdue.
I don’t have to be psychic to know
That rain will find a way to come through,
As I don’t have to be insightful to see,
That joy can leave when it pleases.
There will always be problems of varying degrees.

A hopeful person would tell you that happiness is key.
A wise person would tell you that though happiness is there,
It isn’t a constant, forever present for thee.