A lasting memory from India

The fire cackles with a gentle ferocity

that comforts my aching soul.

Feeling alone

As I sit in the valley
carved out
by the ancient Ganges.  

And as I look out into the universe

I cannot help but wonder

Are you looking at the same sky?

I cannot help but wonder
where within the constellations
we seem to fit.

Our childhood is fleeting away
from us
at a speed
I can't seem to calculate.

Falling Backwards

The leaves
Fall
          In a pattern
almost
            familiar
But not
      quite
right.

And I cannot help
but to ask myself...


                         Am I
truly
         losing 
everything?


-
The leaves

Oh,
      How
they
                 Fall.

The world crashes down around us
as we watch with crooked smiles
and bare bones.

The sun slips through the towering

trees

and sparkles light down on us

gracefully.

Your fingers

grasp mine

with a boyish 

clumsiness 

but gently.

I was shy

and you were 

too sarcastic

We dance with 

the thought that 

we don't deserve the other

through the colored leaves

that decorate the forest floor

The scattered light

catching your eyes and hair

like the most beautiful thing

I had ever seen

I think to myself

I hope

-I pray

that I never forget this moment.

And I smile.

Quite often

we forget

the sounds

that speak 

most clearly

to our starving

souls. 

...

I stand alone,
in the middle of this desolate meadow
letting the rain
wash me clean.

To scream
to the Heaven's
Why are you doing this to me?
Would only make things worse.

For I know
that no one
will answer me.