The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil

Toward the sun
the moon
and among all of the stars

I look out
into the great unknown

and I search

For something to hold onto
For answers
to the multitude of questions
that flow through my tireless mind.

Colors
Patterns
Brilliant delights
that taunt me
and frighten me
within the depths
of the night.

But who would hear
If I cried out in despair?

Certainly not the heavens.

I am forsaken to my own curiosity.
To my own misdoings.
And for all that I know
It would be easiest to just
forget.

"The World is Quiet Here"

And as I look off into the space 

between here

and there

-the grand trees 

Green with life

Their leaves fluttering

in the soft wind

Whispering their secrets 

to one another

and through the 

distant mountains.

The birds are quiet.

It is calm.

A blue sky freckled with small

white clouds.

I take a deep breath,

close my eyes

-and then exhale.

As the day 

meanders away 

from me.  

"The world is quiet here."